Kailangan kong bigyan si Ian ng isang gabing hindi niya kailanman malilimutan. He's still sleeping cozily sa kuwarto. Ako naman ay nagiimpake sa salas ng flat habang nagluluto. Sinadya ko iyon para madali kong mailabas ang aking gamit na hindi nagigising si Ian.
"I have to hang up," anito.
"Did you hear about, Fey?" Tanong ko rito para hindi niya ibaba ang linya.
"Yes, she's in Santorini."
"Santorini? What is she doing there?"
"Running away like you."
"Runaway?"
"Hiding is the right words."
"Hiding from who? I thought she got married. That's what the landlady said at her old apartment in Barcelona."
"Supposedly. I'll send you her contact number. Call her. I have to go, Sariah. I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
"Send me details of your flight. Sariah, where are you staying?"
"Casa."
