Three months later
"Nadiah, nasaan ka baby?"
Bryant strode outside and searched the private stretch of warm, white sand for his wife. He spotted her sitting on an oversize towel a few yards away, shielded by a colorful red-and-green beach umbrella and sipping on a glass of what looked like pink lemonade.
What the hell?
Kararating lang niya galing sa Indonesia, tapos ang traffic pa sa EDSA kung kaya't hindi agad siya nakarating sa La Union kung saan naroon ang beach house na nirentahan nila no'ng isang buwan pa. Nadiah had left a cryptic message on his email, something about a change of plans and possible complications. He'd immediately picked up on the note of anxiety in her message, so he bid goodbye to his team at the airstrip and sped home like a maniac. At heto, ano lang itong nata
