LISA MOORE'S HOUSE
The moment Lisa realized Miguel had ended the call, a terrible feeling settled in her chest. She stared at her phone screen, her fingers tightening around the device.
A lump formed in her throat, and frustration bubbled inside her. With a shaky breath, she dialed her friend Ava’s number, needing to vent before her thoughts completely consumed her.
Ava picked up after a few rings, her voice laced with curiosity and mild irritation. “Lisa? Why are you calling at this time of the night?”
Lisa let out a tired sigh, flopping onto her bed. “I can’t sleep,” she admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about Miguel, so I decided to call him and talk.”
Ava groaned. “Oh, Lisa… tell me you didn’t.”
“I did,” Lisa muttered. “And it went exactly how you’d expect.”
Ava’s tone sharpene
