MIGUEL’S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel lay in bed, clutching his forehead as a relentless headache pulsed through him.
Knock!
A soft knock sounded at his door, but he barely noticed it until his sister, Elizabeth, entered, concern showing on her face.
“Miguel, are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with worry. She moved closer, reaching out to place her hand on his forehead. “Oh my goodness, you’re burning up!”
Miguel noticed the alarm in her voice and tried to wave it off. “I’m fine, Liz. Don’t worry,” he said.
But she frowned, crossing her arms. “You’re obviously not fine. Look at you.” As Miguel struggled to push himself up against the headboard, she perched on the edge of the bed, facing him.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked. “Just lying here like this isn’t going to h
