CHAPTER 42
I was like a wilted vegetable that Immanuel had dumped into his car. Wala akong kalakas-lakas, I just wanted to escape from his mother's piercing gaze and those cutting, judgmental words that still echoed in my mind. Perhaps it was because of my overwhelming exhaustion, wala pa akong tulog, kaya hindi ko kayang mag-isip nang maayos na naging sanhi upang hayaan ko na lang si Immanuel na hilahin ako at dalhin sa kung saan man.
"I didn't know that my Mother confronted you," he huskily said.
Nagpigil ako ng emosyon sa pamamagitan ng pagkuyom ng aking kamao sa pantalon na aking suot.
"When?" I tried to put bitterness into my voice, though it came out more wounded than angry. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes. "Since when have you been keeping secrets from me, Immanuel?
