LISA MOORE'S HOUSE
Lisa Moore sat in her room with her friend Ava, her eyes fixed on her phone, thumb hovering over the screen like she was waiting for it to light up on its own.
Ava, sprawled comfortably on the bed beside her, propped herself up on one elbow and eyed her friend with growing concern. "Why are you staring at your phone like that? Is something wrong?"
Lisa didn’t look up. “Miguel isn’t taking my calls.”
Ava blinked. “Okay… and that has you this obsessed?”
Lisa shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m just trying to reach him. That’s all.”
“Is it about your dad’s bail conditions or something?” Ava asked, pushing herself up to sit fully. “You’ve been tense since the lawyer left yesterday.”
Lisa shook her head. “That’s what the lawyers are paid for. It’s not my job.”
Ava
