CIARA stepped into the bar, the familiar buzz of laughter and music hitting her like a wave. The neon lights flickered, casting colorful shadows across the room. She shook her head, trying to shake off the weight of the earlier conversation with her father. Just that afternoon, he had dropped a bombshell that left her reeling.
Kahit na ilang beses niyang gustong alisin ang pinag-usapan nila ay para bang sirang plaka ito na nagpaulit-ulit sa utak niya. Kung hindi lang siguro dumagdag sa iniisip niya ang sinabi ni Julia ay baka hindi siya nandirito sa bar para lang kahit papaano ay alisin ang problema niya.
Now, as she approached the bar, she felt that familiar mix of anger and sadness bubbling inside her.
"A whiskey, neat," wika ni Ciara sa bartender at naglagpag ng pera sa counter. She
