Two agonizing days have passed since I returned back to Manila alone. A relief cloaks my chest after receiving a confirmation from my bodyguards that Nichelle landed safely here yesterday.
I quaff the glass of bourbon in my hand as I take my phone from the countertop then click the call log icon and realize that Nichelle has been calling me for over thirty times now but never answer any of her calls, don’t even dare to shoot her a message. I keep scrolling up and down the screen but when I attempt to click on Nichelle’s number, so much hesitation restricts my thumb from moving.
I place the empty glass on the sink before walking towards my living area then slouch my body on the sofa while releasing a deep heavy sigh. I then rest and cross my legs on top of the center table as I browse Ni
