A week passed in a blur, and life returned to its usual rhythm for Timothy and Hana.
Hana had taken three full days to recover, longer than she wanted to admit, but when she finally returned to work, the energy in her eyes was back. The fever, the hospital, the exhaustion, all of it felt like a distant echo. She was herself again
Now, they stood in the private hangar of Ninoy Aquino International Airport, the morning light glinting off the polished metal of the Gulfstream G700parked ahead.
They weren't alone this time.
Timothy's mother, Evelyn, stood beside him, dignified and gentle as ever, with a soft smile that never seemed to fade. Next to her was his younger sister, Angela, scrolling through her phone but occasionally glancing up at the jet with visible excitement.
Timothy had promised them long ago that when the time came, he'd take them to Singapore.
Today, he was keeping that promise.
