MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Elizabeth stared at the boxes and scattered belongings around her room.
“I don’t know why I had to wait until today to start packing,” she muttered to herself, frantically tossing clothes into a suitcase.
Laura, perched on the edge of the bed, raised an eyebrow. “I was about to say something like that. It’s a little late in the game, don’t you think?”
Elizabeth sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, I know. It just... it feels overwhelming.”
“Hey,” Laura said, watching Elizabeth with concern. “You could come back for some of your stuff much later, can't you?”
“No,” Elizabeth replied, shaking her head emphatically. “You know me. I need everything in one place. I wouldn't be able to fall asleep knowing some of my things are scattered around.”
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