Miguel was driving with his eyes focused on the road, beside him, Laura sat quietly, her eyes focused on the road ahead as well.
Miguel’s chest felt heavy, he glanced at Laura, the look on her face was a reminder of what he was feeling—guilt that wouldn’t let him forget for a second that Laura had been kidn*pped because of him.
“Miguel... thank you,” Laura broke the silence, her voice soft. “For coming to rescue me.”
Miguel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He couldn’t bear to look at her for long, couldn’t face the gratitude in her eyes when all he felt was guilt.
He was the reason she had been in danger in the first place. Jason had taken her as a way to get back at him. The reality of things was a burden he could not bear any longer.
"How did he get you?" Miguel asked.
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