Dare

I fulfilled my promise of a house for Señor Alcantara—at great expense. Because I wasn't sure he would accept my offer, I hadn't arranged for his residence when he arrived. So I was forced to give him my own house in Boac—the very place I had lived in before I was given the governor's quarters in the Casa Real.

I still dread telling Isabela. And sooner or later, Isidro—who stays there whenever he's in Marinduque—will find out once he returns from wherever he's gone these past few days.

I was accommodated in the sala, which, although not as furnished as the one in the Casa Real, was more spacious. As I sat there, everywhere I looked, memories came streaming in. It was surreal to have my emotions stirred in a place I had never technically been in before.