Town of Sta. Cruz
As dark as the sky, the impending anger was evident in the woman’s eyes. At the age of thirty-two, her body was still beautiful, and she always maintained her posture.
“You’re so stubborn!” Rosanna shouted at the teenager, holding a belt with a metal tip in her hand.
Salvatore winced as his stepmother struck him. This had been his life for the past six months since his father passed away.
The rain was heavy, and the road was slippery—made worse by the darkness in that part of the bridge near Sabang. His father lost control of the steering wheel and fell off the cliff. He was dead on arrival.
Now he was an orphan. His mother had passed away early, and his father remarried after a year. He was only five years old when Rosanna came into their home. She was kind to him
