LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring blankly at the wall.
Her heart felt heavy, troubled because of her developing feelings for Miguel, and she couldn’t quite make sense of the whole thing.
Her mother stepped in, concern on her face.
She could always tell when something was wrong. And now, there was no hiding it.
“Are you okay?” her mother asked, her voice gentle.
Laura stiffened slightly, unwilling to invite more questions. “I’m fine,” she replied quickly, her tone was casual.
But her mother wasn’t so easily convinced. “Laura,” she pressed, moving closer, “you should talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Laura insisted, her eyes still fixed on the window.
Her mother sat beside her, watching her closely. “Not
