Miguel sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers steepled under his chin as Laura resumed talking.
He was barely paying attention anymore. His patience had already worn thin, and all he wanted was to leave. But the second he heard the low hum of an approaching vehicle, his attention snapped back to reality.
A car pulled into the driveway, and Laura exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. “Thank goodness, they’re back,” she muttered under her breath.
Miguel didn’t respond. He stood up, adjusting his posture. “I’ll just meet them on my way out,” he said curtly, walking past her gently. His mood had already soured beyond repair, and he didn’t have the energy to pretend otherwise.
As he stepped outside, the familiar sound of a car door slamming shut greeted him. A moment later, Max appeared, s
