Chapter 4

I casually put my two hands in my pockets as I stepped outside. I had already disembarked from the plane upon reaching the Philippines, but I didn't waste time savoring the breeze, even though it felt unfamiliar. How many years has it been since I last returned? 10 years? 12? I don't know. I don't even remember the details.

Even though I live in different countries, my grandpa talks to me in Filipino, French, and English. When my grandfather died five years ago, I swore to myself that I didn't want to go back to the Philippines. But here I am, nakauwi. If I hadn't been called, I probably wouldn't have come home. If I choose not to return, I'll end up looking like the one at fault again.

I caught a glimpse of a woman holding a large piece of paper with my surname written on it. I removed my black glasses and approached the woman who had been looking around for a while. She's short, maybe 5'2?

My gaze fell on her clothes. She's kind of plain. Is she my maid or something?

"Who sent you?"