Miguel was just about to turn in for the night when a soft knock at his door interrupted him. Trying not to roll his eyes, he called out, “Elizabeth? Why are you knocking this late? Didn’t we already say goodnight?”
From the other side of the door, Elizabeth’s voice carried a note of hesitation. “I need to talk to you, Miguel. It’s important.”
Miguel paused for a moment, concern creeping into his voice. He realized it might be serious. “Alright. Come in.”
He sighed, got up, and opened the door. Elizabeth stood there, her expression tight with worry. Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped inside and walked straight to his bed, sitting down heavily.
Miguel closed the door behind her, crossing his arms as he leaned against it. “What’s wrong, Elizabeth? You look like you’ve seen a
