David Estrada Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ester looked away fast, but heat rose in her cheeks. “You live in the city now?” David asked her while he checked the tools. “Yes. I am a photographer. I came back to help Mom pack.” He nodded. “Photography. That is creative work. You must have a good eye.” His compliment made her stomach flip. Linda stepped out to answer a phone call, leaving them alone for a moment. Ester cleared her throat. “So you and my mom were married once.” David paused. He turned to face her fully. “A long time ago. It did not work out. We were young and different.”