Elizabeth reached for the door handle, ready to step out of the car, but Miguel’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“A few years ago, I took David West out of the picture—or at least, that’s what I thought," Miguel said.
The unexpected statement froze Elizabeth in place. Slowly, she released the handle and turned to face him, curiosity and concern etched across her face. “What do you mean?”
Miguel sighed, leaning back in his seat. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. It was obvious he wasn't comfortable discussing it with his sister. But he knew she was right—it was better to let her know the true nature of what was going on. At least she’d understand the danger.
“This might be a lot to process,” he warned, “but I’ll give you the
