Elizabeth sat at the dining table, quietly enjoying her breakfast when Miguel entered the room. The clinking sound of cutlery paused as she looked up.
“Good morning, Liz,” Miguel greeted cautiously.
Elizabeth finished chewing, then replied, “Good morning, Miguel.” Her tone was polite, but it was obvious she would rather not talk to him.
Miguel could tell she was still mad, but he tried to ignore the obvious. Maybe bringing up the talk might just make it worse.
Miguel glanced at the spread on the table and asked, “Did you make any for me, too?” He watched carefully for her reaction. Of course, he could fix something for himself, but it was the easiest way he could get his sister's attention at the moment.
Elizabeth set her fork down and met his gaze. “I’m mad at you, Miguel. I don’t ha
