I LOCKED the door when we got home; I didn't let Kuya Vince into my room. And a good thing, he didn't insist on coming in and just let me be; I cried quietly all night in my room because of what happened. I never imagined that Catrine would catch us in such a situation. And now it's morning; I'm sitting here in the dining area having breakfast with Kuya Vince. I'm motionless, just staring at the table, taking sips of milk because I don't want to eat. I feel nauseous, especially at the thought of fried rice, which I used to eat every morning; now I don't want it anymore; I just prefer a sandwich and milk.
"Don't dwell on what happened last night. I've already talked to them," My brother broke the silence.
"What about Catrine? She must be angry at you, and it's my fault because I think I r
