LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura moved quietly through the kitchen, carefully balancing a tray with two cups of tea. As she approached the living room, she could see Miguel sitting there, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers rubbing his temples.
Laura set the tray down gently on the small table between them, handing him a cup.
“How are the kids?” Miguel asked, his voice was low.
“They’ve slept,” Laura replied, sitting across from him. She blew on her tea to cool it down, but she wasn’t really focused on drinking it.
Miguel stared into his cup for a moment, then spoke again, his voice cracking slightly, “I still… I still can’t stop imagining what could have happened.”
Laura glanced up, her heart softening. “I know the feeling,” she admitted, “I can’t stop panicking e
