Paglapag ko sa JFK International Airport, hindi ko pa rin alam kung tama ba ang desisyong ito. Pero isang bagay ang sigurado: I needed to breathe away from the Montrose name. Away from Carla. Away from the ghost of the wedding that never happened.
Hindi ito pagtakbo. It was a choice. A deliberate step backward so I could move forward.
Tahimik ang biyahe papunta sa rehabilitative care center sa Upstate New York. Doon ako pinayagan ng family physician naming si Dr. Llorente na magpa-check in, under an alias, para walang makakilala. Hindi ito isang typical na medical recovery center—it was exclusive for high-profile cases like mine. Athletes. CEOs. Heirs na gustong magpagaling na walang mata ng media o expectations ng mundo.
Because no one knew the truth.
Wala ni isa mang alam na bumalik
