“Anything?”
Tumango ako at hinawakan ang kaniyang panga. Nakababa lang ng tingin sa akin si Tom, hindi mabasa ang mga mata.
“My brother died by suicide,” dahan-dahan niyang sabi. “Christian… He came back from the war and he hadn’t been the same ever since. PTSD.”
“What… did he do?” I asked.
Nakatingin lang sa akin si Tom, ang mga mata ay palipat-lipat sa aking mukha. He looked so vulnerable right at that moment. He wasn’t the man of the house anymore. He wasn’t the big brother. He’s just little Tommy.
“Lagi siyang nagagalit kay Parker. Sigaw nang sigaw. Hindi natutulog dahil baka raw salakayin kami ng kalaban…”
“B-But… you listened to him, right? You talked to him?” I was praying to all the saints out there that someone believed him. Dahil kung wala, ang itatawag na lang sa kaniya ay
