MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth stepped through the front door, the cool air outside still clinging to her skin as she entered the house. She had been out all evening with Laura for a drink and a much-needed conversation. She took a deep breath, hoping to let go of the tiredness, and found Miguel coming down the stairs as she entered the living room.
“Hey,” she greeted him, her voice a little softer than usual.
Miguel looked up from the bottom of the stairs and smiled. He looked like he was trying to be cheerful. His gaze flickered over her, probably noticing the tiredness written all over her. “Hey, Liz. You okay? How was your drink with Laura?” he asked.
Elizabeth shrugged, settling onto the couch with a small sigh as she sank into the cushions. “It wasn’t bad,” she said, though the words
