Marked
There were no clues whatsoever.
And then something occurred to me.
“Read it again,” I said. “Slowly.”
“‘And find the ones they loved,’” he read, slowly, “‘beside the fourth tip of the cross.’”
“Beside,” I said, my eyes lighting up.
“What?” he asked.
“It says beside the fourth tip of the cross. Not at the fourth tip of the cross. Beside it,” I said.
We both suddenly, at the same time, turned and looked at the large, stone building beside us.
Sikat na Kabanata