CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

Marco’s uncle, Tito Ralph, sprang in front of him soon as he opened the front door. The old man had his arms crossed while looking at his nephew as if already expecting that he would be the one he would see by the door.

“You’re frequently home late, Marco. I passed by the station, they said, you left at five in the afternoon. It’s already twelve o’clock, and you just got here.”

He took off his shoes and put it in the shoe rack near the door.

“Did you meet up with her again?”

He didn’t have to ask, he already knows who he meant-it’s Elaine.He straightened up. “We just ate outside, uncle.”

“I hope you’re not expecting…”

He smiled. “I’ll just take a shower, uncle. I already stink.”

Shaking his head, Tito Ralph followed him towards the room.

Once inside the room, Marco sat by the side of the bed. He took out his cellphone from the pocket of his leather jacket. He started scrolling his gallery photos. Until he came to four consecutive pictures of Elaine.