CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ADAM MEADOWS
"HI, Mom," I greeted her nang pagbuksan niya ako ng pinto. Bitbit ko ang medyo malaking shopping bag na may tatak ng isang signature brand. A slight smile on my face. I had promised her last night I'd send a gift today, but because of Jazz mentioning the vault and the photo album, I thought I'd have to check it out myself. Dad wasn't home; he was at the company.
"Hello, anak!" mom responded warmly, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Come in, come in."
I stepped inside, feeling a mix of determination and anxiety. Ang tagal ko nang nakatira sa bahay namin na 'to. Kung hindi sa penthouse ay dito ako naglalagi, pero ni minsan ay hindi ko nakita ang vault na sinabi ni Jazz, and now I couldn't shake off the urgency of finding out the truth about those pictu
