PANAY ang tingin ni Evron sa pinto. Nakaupo siya sa maliit an mesa sa coffee shop na inilaan ng kaniyang Momma para sa kaniya at nasa harapan niya ang isang makapal na children’s book pero halps hindi niya ito nabubuklat. His small fingers only traced the colorful letter, eyes darting every now and then to the glass door that never opened for who he was waiting for.
It had been days since Ashriel last visited.
Napansin naman ni Nylah ang anak. While she was busy behind the counter, steaming milk and arranging pastries, she could feel her son’s restless energy. The way his shoulders would slump every time the door chimed only to reveal a stranger, not the tall man with sharp eyes and a quiet smile.
“Evron,” she said gently, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached him. “Anak, b
