It was almost dawn when Phidel and her parents’ flight touched the soils of Netherlands. Martin was by then already waiting for them at the waiting terminal when they sauntered in.

“Hey–” He called, instinctively waving them over on setting eyes on them. Though the mood was not a good one, both Jerome and Randy managed to put on a smile as they got a glimpse of him except for Phidel who was still in a bad state.

“Hello Martin.” Randy uttered, exchanging hand shakes with Martin as they neared him.

They exchanged a few pleasantries and finally headed to the car. Phidel and Jerome settled in the backseat whiles...