The three of us were silent inside Faustino's car. He looked at me curiously.

"Just tell me if you want to eat." he reminded. I just nodded. Honestly, I don't feel like it. My mind is flying.

Later, I will call mom.

"After this we'll fly back to Manila."

I closed my eyes.

"We?" Vicco butt in. "Are you going to Manila, Ava?" he arranged a seat in the back.

"I-I haven't called mom yet."

"I'll call mom later." he answered me.

I admit that I was very nervous. Ginger is three years old and is already looking for a daddy. If it wasn't for mom, maybe Ginger would have...