Axton’s POV
Habang may ka-meeting akong production staff para sa isang aviation documentary, napaangat ang tingin ko sa flat screen na naka-live feed sa PBNTV.
A girl in a red wig, glittering like fire, stood confidently on stage. I should’ve looked away. But something about her made my chest tighten.
Her posture. Her stance. Her voice.
"Why does she move like... Vielle?" bulong ko sa sarili. Mas natuon pa ang pansin ko sa babaeng kumakanta sa TV na parang anghel ang boses.
Hindi ko maalis ang tingin ko sa kaniya. The way her fingers trembled on the mic, the way she stared down the crowd like she had something to prove. Parang si Vielle. Pero... imposible. Wala naman dito si Vielle dahil nasa London siya for her schooling.
"Who is this Ginger?" I whispered.
Hindi ko alam kung ano an
