THE FLUORESCENT LIGHT on a white ceiling flashed before me when I opened my eyes. I tried to get up and looked around. With the sliding dividers that separate each bed, I assumed I was inside an Emergency Room. A nurse approached me and smiled.
“Good evening,” she greeted. “How do you feel?”
“Where am I?” I asked.
“Makati Medical Center,” she said. “You were unconscious when the police brought you here. You’ve been sleeping for hours.”
“How about David Lim?” I asked.
“David Lim is in the ICU and still unstable.”
I looked at her but couldn’t utter a word.
“By the way, your grandfather called,” the nurse continued. “He instructed me to tell you that they had cremated your sister's remains.”
I nodded in acknowledgment. My grandfather might have taken the initiative to take over my res
