Miguel drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove home, his thoughts tangled in the events of the afternoon.
He had arrived at his kids’ school, expecting to see their excited faces as they ran to his car, eager for their promised ice cream date. Instead, he had been told they had already been picked up—by their uncle.
It wasn’t unusual for Carlos to pick them up, but Laura hadn’t mentioned anything about it. He had made plans, and it bothered him that no one had thought to inform him of the change. Still, he brushed it off as a minor inconvenience. "Maybe Laura simply forgot about the arrangement," he said to himself.
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MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel pulled into the driveway, parking his car before stepping out.
Inside, Elizabeth was sitting on the couch, lazily flippin
