Janice and French sat in front of Luke and I. Hindi ko pa rin magawang tingnan ang pinsan ko dahil alam kong galit siya. Or maybe he’s just frustrated. I don’t know. He was shouting and I don’t like it when people shout at me.
Luke held my hand, laced his fingers with mine. Narinig ko ang pagsinghap ng pinsan ko sa harapan namin. I bit my lip.
Hindi ko alam kung ano ba talaga ang kasalanan ko. Ang magboyfriend o ang magsampa ng kaso na hindi ko sinasabi sa kanila.
“Deonna,” French’s stern voice enveloped the whole living room.
I slowly looked at him as I felt Luke squeeze my hand. “French.” Laking pasasalamat kong hindi ako nanginig nang bigkasin ko ang pangalan niya.
Tumikhim si French at tumingin kay Luke. “Are you dating my cousin?” Tanong niya. He sounded so protective of me.
