Faith’s POV

After what happened at the eatery earlier, I couldn’t calm myself down anymore. I felt like something bad was about to happen—I didn’t know why. Maybe it was just because of my pregnancy?

It was already night, but my stomach was growling. I suddenly remembered the pancit I had set aside in the fridge. I’d been craving it for days, so there was no way I was letting it go to waste.

After reheating the pancit, I placed it on a plate and sat at the table. I even added ...