Elizabeth sat in her car, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke with her brother.
“How are you feeling today?” she asked, her tone filled with concern.
Miguel’s voice came through with warmth and reassurance. “I’m much better, Liz. The doctor says I’m healing well. I just have to take it slow.”
"I hope you're being taken care of. I feel I should be there to see to that," Elizabeth said.
Miguel laughed lightly. "This place is like my home too, remember? Of course I'm well taken care of, don't worry," he said.
Elizabeth chuckled softly. “If you say so, Miguel.”
“Good,” he replied with a laugh. “But enough about me. How was your day? Anything exciting happening at work?”
Elizabeth hesitated. Should she tell him about Alex’s objections and his barely concealed disdain for her lea
