MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel sat on the couch, his head tilted back, eyes closed in frustration. The air between him and Elizabeth was thick with tension, an invisible battle waged in the silence before the next exchange of words. "I wonder why I keep opening up to you about where I go and who I talk with," he said.
He had barely stepped into the house when Elizabeth asked him why he wasn't at the office in the morning, and now they were in the middle of some kind of lecture because he couldn't keep the details to himself.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Well maybe because you know I'm usually your voice of reason. You can be reckless as hell, you know?"
"Miguel scoffed. "Yes, right!"
Elizabeth stood with her arms crossed, pacing back and forth in front of him, her expression tight with dis
