MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Elizabeth looked up from her book as she heard the door open. Her brother Miguel stepped into the living room, his usually confident presence somehow dulled, and his voice heavy as he greeted her, “Hello, Liz.”
"Hey," she replied, narrowing her eyes as she noticed his mood "How’s Laura?"
Miguel let out a long sigh, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s pretty shaken.”
“I can imagine,” Elizabeth said, putting down her book and sitting up straighter. "It must’ve been traumatizing for her."
“It was,” Miguel replied, his tone was curt. Without another word, he turned and headed toward the stairs.
Elizabeth’s frown deepened. Something wasn’t right. There was more to this than just Laura being upset.
His energy felt off. Concerned, she hesitated before stand
