Eight months later...
THE SOUND OF the buzzer from the intercom pulled me out from the thoughts that had been insistently filling my head for months now—thoughts and memories that I realized I had never been able to exorcise, and God knows I tried.
For months, I supposed I was able to forget them, I even told and convinced myself that I did. But hell, they just won't go away. Not even for a long while.
They're just kept hidden at the back of my mind. Lurking and waiting for my most vulnerable time to consume me.
"Sir, Ms. Patrick is here to see you." Stacey's cool professional voice seeped into my head, breaking my train of thoughts again.
I sighed. I can't seem to get my head straight right now. At may dumating pang panira ng araw.
"Okay," I told her and didn't bother to direct her
