MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth and Laura sat in Miguel's living room. Elizabeth paced back and forth, her steps quick and erratic, while Laura sat calmly on the couch, her eyes following Elizabeth's frantic movements. She had been trying to make her relax for about two hours, to no avail.
“I feel so stupid and angry at myself,” Elizabeth muttered, her voice quivering with frustration. “How did I not see the signs? Sandra was acting so strange, and I just ignored it,” she said.
Laura leaned forward, her voice soothing as always. “Elizabeth, you couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault. Things happen,” she said.
Elizabeth stopped mid-stride, turning sharply to face Laura. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was feeling guilty. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” s
