“Kumusta ka na, anak? (How are you, my daughter?)” Dasha’s mother, Fe, video called her through a messenger one morning. The old woman was in their convenience store, as Dasha saw the rows of groceries displayed in their respective shelves in the background. It appeared that her mother was busy placing some price tags on the goods being sold.
Dasha smiled at her mother. “Ayos lang ako, Ma (I’m good, Ma).” She answered in their native tongue. She got up from the bed, noticing that her husband was nowhere in their room.
He must be outside, jogging as usual, she thought.
Every morning Desmond would exercise and jog around the premises before he would take a shower.
She ambled toward the bathroom and went in. She gasped when she saw Desmond taking a shower. The transparent glass walls wer
