NANATILI ang mga mata ko sa labas ng bintana ng sasakyan habang yakap si Pia sa aking dibdib. She was peacefully sleeping. Walang nagsasalita ni isa sa amin ni Dustin sa sasakyan. Dustin is beside me—his eyes closed, but his forehead creased. He is into deep thinking. I bit my lower lip. Sumandal ako sa upuan. Hindi naging maganda ang pagtatapos ng dinner namin kanina. "I didn't do anything. Bakit hindi siya ang tanungin mo? May ginawa ba ako sa 'yo, hija?" tanong ni Tito Joaquin sa akin. "Wala naman, anak. Emosyonal lang itong si Cassy," segunda naman ni Tita Tamara. Umiling ako kay Dustin para ipaalam na wala talaga. He looked at me intently. He sighed and looked at his parents again. "Dad, mom... I knew that there was something while I was away. Saglit lang akong nawala pero umiyak siya? Anong nakakaiyak sa pinag-usapan niyo?" Tito Joaquin smirked and shook his head while leaning on his chair—looking at us as if we were nothing. "I can't believe you're being rude to your pa
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