TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS
She was always flirting with me, without having any idea that we were siblings, that our damned father would leave his mother sleeping in the room and move into the bed of my mother, the farm cook, in the dead of night, without anyone suspecting a thing.
— Adrian, it’s been a while! How are you? — he asked in that fragile tone of voice that seemed forced to me.
Since I started building the pipeline, she visited me periodically, begging me, trying to make me give up my plans, while at the same time trying to seduce me, without me knowing if it was just another way of trying to persuade me.
It was definitely the height of undignity to hit on a man who had ruined everything she had. “I’m fine,
Sikat na Kabanata