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Metro Manila, June 12, 2011The Zumatra Mansion rose from the heart of Forbes Park like a white marble fortress, its columns reaching toward a sky so blue it seemed painted on canvas. At seven years old, Terafina Funtasierra still felt small every time she crossed the iron gates, her worn canvas shoes crunching on gravel that had probably cost more than her father’s monthly rent.“Straighten your dress, Tera,” her half-sister Delara hissed, adjusting the bow on her own silk frock. “You look like you slept in a cardboard box.”Tera tucked a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing the blue fabric of her only party dress — a hand-me-down from Delara, three sizes too big and cinched at the waist with a belt her grandmother had made from woven abaca fiber. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, but she pulled at the hem anyway, wishing she could disappear into the manicured hedges that lined the driveway.Inside, the mansion hummed with life. Crystal chandeliers dripped from ceili

Metro Manila, June 2016Magnus Zumatra leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse apartment in Makati, watching the city lights twinkle below like scattered diamonds. At thirteen, he was already taller than most of his classmates, his dark hair cut short, his brown eyes serious beyond his years. The brace on his left leg was lighter now, more of a support than a necessity, but it still reminded him every day of the fall that had changed his life.“Magnus, dinner’s ready,” Delara called from inside. She was fifteen now, beautiful and confident, a regular presence in his home. She’d been by his side through every physical therapy session, every doctor’s appointment, every moment when he’d wanted to give up and never walk again.“Coming,” he said, pushing off the railing and making his way inside. The limp was barely noticeable now, but he still hated it — hated the way people looked at him with pity, hated the way his mother fussed over him, hated the reminder that he wasn’t as

For Tera, seeing Magnus again was a mistake. Her hatred for the people who had once been important in her life, but who had treated her as an enemy and a liar, simply returned. What was the point of her asking questions if, from the very beginning, he couldn't believe her? Tera swallowed many times before exiting the cafe. She thought it would be another sign of weakness if she cried again. It had been years, after all. She wasn't there for him anyway, but for the people who needed her help. "Tera!" Alvero called out loudly, he was just behind her. He was with Tera on her mission; they had also studied together and passed the examination to become physical therapists. He had also attempted to court Tera, but she didn't agree. She wasn't ready yet, but he subtly guarded her from other men who wanted to approach her. It was fortunate that Tera was kind and not aloof. She was easy to talk to, which was why all her classmates and acquaintances liked her. But she didn't fancy any of the