“LIENNA.”
My voice sounded as cold as the air. Even though Creslienna’s hair—like that of fire cascading at the small of her back and at the small frame of her face through the light coming from the lamp post near us—was the first thing I noticed, I couldn’t seem to feel any warmth the moment our eyes met.
Nakatalikod siya kanina sa ‘kin dahil panay ang check niya sa bahay nina Heiro. Pero agad siyang lumingon sa banda ko nang tawagin ko ang pangalan niya. Tito Simoun told me she left their home aboard. Naglayas siya.
Bakit nandito siya ngayon sa Pilipinas at nakaabang pa sa labas ng bahay nina Heiro?
“A-Avie,” nauutal niyang sabi. “You’re here too?”
“I should be the one asking you that.”
“I mean. You’re here in
