MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel and Elizabeth were having dinner, a rare quiet evening between them. The clink of cutlery was the only sound filling the space.
Elizabeth stirred her food absently for a moment, then casually asked, "Do you know Mrs West personally?"
Miguel paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. His brow furrowed slightly at the strange randomness of the question. He gave a small shrug, setting his fork down.
"I met her a few times," he replied after a beat, his voice neutral. "I used to work closely with her husband, David. But no, I wouldn't say I know her well. Why?"
He watched Elizabeth carefully now, sensing something heavier beneath her casual tone. Her eyes darted down to her plate.
"Why do you ask?" he repeated, a little more firmly.
Elizabeth sighed heavily and dropp
