MIGUEL'S MANSION
The study was quiet as the afternoon light streamed through the tall windows. Miguel sat at his desk, his fingers moving over his keyboard as he worked. His concentration was momentarily broken when the door creaked open.
“Dad,” a small, sweet voice called.
Miguel looked up to see Lily standing in the doorway, her bright eyes full of curiosity.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he responded, setting his hands on the desk and giving her his full attention.
Lily walked closer, her hands behind her back. “When are you going to finish your work?” she asked with a serious expression, as though she was truly concerned.
Miguel chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Why do you ask?”
Lily folded her arms, tilting her head in a way that mirrored her Aunt Liz when she meant business. “I thoug
