Daemon Jr.
"Boss, ayos ka lang ba?"
Napatingin akong bigla kay Benito—isa sa mga bodyguard ko, at nagulat akong nakabukas na pala ang pinto nitong kotse namin. We were back in the yard of my grandparents' house here in Bulacan.
Dahil sa malalim kong pag-iisip ay hindi ko na namalayang nakarating na pala kami. Hindi lang kasi mawala-wala sa isip ko 'yong mag-inang nagtitinda ng mga bulaklak kanina sa cemetery, especially the child's mother.
It's like I heard Ria in her earlier. They have the same voice, and those eyes she was trying so hard to hide earlier—parang iisa lang sila. I've memorized every inch of Ria's body—I know every line of her face.
But that's impossible. She's been dead for years.
Napabuntong-hininga ako ng malalim at lumabas na ng kotse.
It's been five years, yet
