Under My Father In-Law's Touch
At doon, nakapulupot sa isang sementadong poste ng kuryente, ay ang wasak at mayuming wreckage ng sports car ni Eros.
"Stop the car," I commanded.
Before the SUV even came to a full halt, I was out. My boots hit the pavement with a heavy thud. I walked toward the wreckage, each step feeling like I was wading through thick, freezing sludge. The smell of gasoline, burnt rubber, and iron—the unmistakable scent of fresh blood—hit me like a physical blow.