LAURA'S HOUSE
Laura sat on the couch, her fingers hovering over her phone. The house was quiet now, the kids fast asleep, but her mind was anything but still.
She had been wrestling with the decision for hours, but something in her gut told her she couldn’t ignore this.
Finally, she sighed and dialed Miguel’s number. He picked up on the second ring.
“Laura,” Miguel greeted, his tone warm but carrying a slight undertone of curiosity, almost like he knew it wasn't a casual call. “Good evening. How are you?”
“Hi, Miguel,” Laura replied softly, her lips curling into a faint smile despite her nerves. “I’m good. How are you feeling?”
“I’m doing okay,” he said. His tone shifted, as though he could sense something was off. “You sound... hesitant. Is everything alright?”
Laura hesitated,
