MIGUEL'S MANSION
Laura sat stiffly in Miguel’s living room, her fingers tracing the seam of her jeans as she glanced at Elizabeth. She knew Miguel would normally be back from work by that time unless something...or someone was holding him back.
“So, Miguel isn’t back yet?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral.
Her questions had started out casual, but Elizabeth had noticed the underlying tension in them.
Elizabeth, sitting on the couch, crossed her arms. “No. Are you sure there's no problem? If you really need to see him, we can call to inform him you're here waiting for him. Maybe that'll make him come home sooner.”
Laura hesitated for a moment before adding, “But you got back a while ago, right?”
Elizabeth exhaled. She wasn’t blind to what Laura was doing. “Yes. I got home earl
