Miguel had just finished eating and was in his room when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he called.
The door opened, and Laura stepped inside. He hadn’t expected her at the moment, but he also wasn’t entirely surprised since she had mentioned earlier that she wanted them to talk.
There was something different about the way she carried herself—hesitation, uncertainty. She looked like she had spent hours debating whether to come.
Miguel leaned back in his chair, watching her for a brief moment before gesturing toward the couch in the corner of the room. “Sit.”
Laura hesitated before obeying, shifting slightly as if trying to steady herself. Miguel noted the way she clenched her hands together, as if holding something back.
“You said you wanted to talk. I was going to finish
