BRIDGET'S HOUSE
Bridget heard the doorbell ring and frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Rising from the couch, she padded toward the door and peeked through the peephole.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Miguel.
For a second, she hesitated, confused by his presence. Usually, she was the one seeking his attention, grasping at whatever slivers of time he threw her way. Miguel barely responded to her calls, and when he did, it was always on his terms.
Yet, here he was.
She opened the door. “Miguel?”
Miguel's face was tense, his expression hard. “Can I come in?”
Bridget blinked. Of all the things she had expected, this wasn’t one of them.
“Uh… sure,” she said, stepping aside.
Miguel walked past her without another word, his movements stiff with frustration. But Bridget knew the i
