Miguel drove with deliberate care, but his mind was far from the road. The tension in the car was heavy, and the silence stretched between them. He felt terrible.
Laura sat with her arms folded, staring out the window, her face blank. It was obvious her thoughts were racing. Miguel stole glances at her, his heart heavy.
“How are you feeling?” Miguel finally asked, his voice soft yet strained, breaking the silence.
Laura didn’t turn to face him. “I’m fine,” she replied curtly, her tone betraying her true feelings. She didn’t need to say more.
Miguel swallowed hard, gripping the steering wheel as though it were the only thing anchoring him. He had seen Laura upset before, but this was different—colder, more distant—and he couldn’t blame her. Taking a deep breath, he decided to face the s
