Laura turned away from the spot where Miguel’s car had disappeared down the road and faced Thomas.
Thomas was still holding his face where Miguel had punched him, his jaw tight with irritation.
She stepped closer, quickly scanning the area where Miguel’s fist had connected. A bruise was already beginning to form.
“I’m sorry about that,” she muttered, though her voice lacked real conviction as she was distracted. Her mind was already elsewhere, swirling with questions.
Thomas let out a breath, his fingers rubbing over the sore spot on his cheek. “I don’t need your apology, Laura. I need an explanation," he said, trying to salvage the situation.
Laura's eyes snapped up to his. “An explanation?” A humorless laugh slipped out. “Are you serious right now?”
Thomas dropped his hand from h
