DAMIAN'S POVMy steps felt heavier the more distant I got from Ella's room, she needed me and I knew it.Pushing me away was her only coping mechanism. Before long, I was right in front of my car. I paused for a moment, pondering on going back in or heading straight home to freshen up. I decided to do the latter.As I drove past the cafe where I had gotten coffee the other day, I stretched, trying to spell out the meaning and even pronunciation of the name written faintly on the billboard across the junction—BREWEELY.I repeated it over and over, wondering what its meaning was.Before long, I was parked in. I found a familiar car in the garage.Why would any of the Rojas come here? I walked agitatedly towards the door, pulled its knob, and peeked in.There was Julietta, seated comfortably on the cushion with cans of beer littered around the room.“Brother,” she walked happily towards my direction, arms opened as if to hug me. I took the other way around the cushion and sat down.“How
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