5:00 p.m.
Brady roamed around in front of the picture, turmoil eating him alive. Savina had been in the kitchen for fifteen minutes - pretending she wasn't crying. All he heard was scrubbing noises and water running in the sink, but he'd seen her eyes well up before she'd mumbled an excuse about cleaning and retreated.
Sa bawat patak ng luha nito ay para itong bala na bumaon sa dibdib niya.
He'd spilled his guts. They'd thrown their cards on the table. He should feel relieved. Instead, he feared he'd made the second worst mistake of his life.
Dammit. Napasuntok siya sa dingding saka napadungaw sa bintana. The building's height and thick insulation blocked outside noise, and he stared down in silent.
Cars clogged the streets, people jammed the sidewalks and every bridge and overpass
