LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura sat quietly at the edge of the room, her fingers tightening around the edges of her skirt.
She didn’t look at him; she didn’t want to, but she could feel Miguel's presence beside her.
She had longed for a moment like this, when he'd come back to her to make things right. But in this moment, he felt like a stranger she wanted nothing to do with.
“You’re unreliable, Miguel. I can't trust your words. I just can't," she finally spoke, trying to sound as firm as possible. "You can’t fix this. You can’t help me.”
Miguel ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “That’s not true, Laura. I know things have been hard, but I can help—”
Before he could finish, Laura’s mother scoffed from across the room. “Help? What help could you possibly offer?” Her tone was
