Everyone was quiet for a few hours. Cleon, who was next to me, was peeling an apple while Manang and Miro were sitting on the three-seater couch a few meters away from us, watching. I was a bit conscious because I felt like they were all waiting for me to speak.
"Here," Señorito said while handing me the bowl with an apple that he had peeled.
I accepted it without saying a word. To this day, the scenes I saw in my dream are still running through my mind. I'm not sure if that's true, but part of me believes it.
"How do you feel now?" Cleon broke the silence seriously.
I tasted the apple before looking away. "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt anymore, but I still feel hot," I answered.
"Well, that's normal because you're in heat," he said, making my mouth fall open.
"W-What?" I stammered. "Wha
