The streets of Manila were wrecked by a non-stop drizzle. Turning the sidewalks into mirrors, grey clouds, and restless foot traffic. Miss Lisa, stood under the rusted overhang of a pawnshop, holding her umbrella in one hand and an envelope in the other.

It had been nearly eight months since Alexa vanished, eight months since the night they argued.

Alexa had never returned home since then.

Each passing day had become a torture of unanswered questions. Miss Lisa's hope hadn't died, but it ...