Miguel walked up to Elizabeth’s room, his expression softer now. Laura was seated on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together as if trying to hold herself together.
Elizabeth was beside her, rubbing small circles on her back in silent comfort.
At the sound of the door opening, both women looked up. Elizabeth's gaze immediately flickered between Miguel and Laura, sensing the tension that followed him into the room.
Miguel barely spared Laura a glance before shifting his attention to his sister. “Elizabeth,” he said, his tone firm but calm. “Can you give us a moment? I need to have a talk with Laura.”
Elizabeth’s brows furrowed slightly. “Miguel…” she hesitated, glancing at Laura, whose face was still damp with tears.
Miguel sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Ple
