April 4, 2011
I yawned while stretching my arms and my legs. It had been hours since we arrived at the Manila Cathedral but Chaz nor a priest were nowhere to be found. Ate Mallory’s eyes were wet and swollen, her nose was red and her make-up was smudged. As she sat at the altar holding a small bouquet of flowers in her hands, I stood up from the left front seat and walked towards her. Her painful sobs loudened and echoed across the empty church when I enfolded her in my arms.
“Ate, let’s go home.”
She didn’t say a word and it took her a moment to nod.
Bianca, who’s sitting beside Ate Mallory, narrowed her eyes then kneeled down and kneaded my sister’s scar. “Let’s wait for him. You wanted this, right?”
Shockingly, Ate Mallory forcefully pulled her arm from the light grip of Bianca. T
