IT WAS A SULLEN SKY, a sullen day, and the weather seemed not to smile at them.
They watched the rain fall down from the sky habang nakaupo sa isang bench sa overlooking gazebo ng tourist deck ng isa sa mga ari-arian nila. Yes, the Buenavistas own the tourist destination in the land, at isa lang iyon sa mga mamanahin nila mula sa angkan nila.
Napasinghap siya, briefly looking at Logan. “Haven’t you asked yourself, what if you’re not a Buenavista, what would you be?”
“I thought about that a thousand times,” sagot nito, and it surprised her, but she hurriedly remembered what he told her about his mom. “A million times maybe, sometimes I think it was nice, just being normal you know?”
“So you feel you’re not normal because of this?”
“Not like that, but
