CHAPTER 8
TEA was waiting in the solarium, as do delicate breakfast pastries.
Daphne was sitting at the round table, with the sunlight falling upon her long, wavy hair, while she was still wrapped in a robe.
Mukha siyang inaantok at tinatamad na kuting habang nakahalukipkip, bakas na nasa malalim itong pag-iisip.
“Tea’s caffeinated and the pastries are to die for,” si Don Roberto na nakatayo sa pintuan.
“Dad, shouldn't you be at work?” tanong ni Daphne. Bagama't naroon na ang ama'y hindi pa rin niya inalis ang mga mata mula sa kawalan. Inakala niyang nakaalis na ang ama sa trabaho.
Bumuntong-hininga ang Don.
“Daphne, the sun has been up there forever.” Humakbang ito palapit sa kinaroroonan ng anak. Humila ito ng isang silya at umupo sa tabi niya.
“Youre right, Dad. I didn'tnt get t
