"ENZO?" Sa kabila ng pananakit ng tiyan, pinilit niyang tawagin ang lalaki. Gayunman, hindi man lang ito lumingon. Abala ang buong atensyon nito sa pagmamaneho.
Was her voice was too low? Was she hallucinating again? Probably. Because Enzo was still in all white: white long-sleeved shirt and a white walking shorts. Even his slide sandals were white.
Pero hindi. She had 20/20 vision. Totoong ito ang nakikita niya.
"Enzo?" Muli ay tawag niya pero hindi ito natinag.
"Hello, Kairo?" Si Eon, na nasa likuran ng sasakyan. "Yup. Okay . . . Okay. No need, we---No, really we can handle it. The gardener —Lucas. Yes. Yes. He's the one who's driving." Nagpatuloy ito sa pagsasalita, habang siya, hindi malaman kung ano ang iintindihin: kung iyong pagsakit ba ng tiyan niya o iyong mga sinabi ni Eon.
