Magnus
Four years after I left Santa Corazon, I disconnected myself from all the people there. I did not have any problems early on because my brother, Max, also went to San Augustine a month after my flight. The both of us, especially me, have not been updated with how everyone was doing. I was so busy and preoccupied with my studies, while my brother was busy with communicating to our foreign investors.
“Hey, MG,” Max called me while he was pouring coffee into his mug.
I was focused on my laptop, doing some school work early in the morning.
“Hmm?”
“I was just wondering if you want to go back to Santa Corazon within this month? You’ll be having your graduation next week, am I right?” He asked.
I took a deep breath, and stopped from doing my project.
“I have not really thought
