MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Elizabeth called her brother, her tone light and casual. “Hey, I need to head out and pick up some things for myself and the house. Just a few essentials.”
Miguel responded immediately. “that's alright. I’ll send you some money.” His voice had that familiar firmness. “I’ll have someone take you.”
Elizabeth smiled to herself, already knowing what was coming. “No, Miguel, I’ll be fine. It’s just shopping—nothing serious," she said, trying not to sound like her stubborn self.
There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Miguel sighed. “Fine. But keep your location on at all times," Miguel said.
“Yes, sir,” she teased, her tone playful.
Miguel wasn’t amused. “Elizabeth, I’m serious. It's your safety I'm talking about," he said.
She chuckled softly. She kne
