Come home

"I accept you," Hazel stammered, looking directly into Francisco's eyes.

"So, let her decide what she wants," she added, hoping to steer the conversation in a more favorable direction.

Francisco exhaled loudly, then answered, "I know Max likes her. But the problems they had, I'm not fully aware of."

Hazel felt a surge of courage. She had managed to change the topic successfully. Walking slowly, she traced her fingers along his cheek, saying, "I can help."

Francisco looked at her, intrigued.

"How?" he asked.

"Tell Max to stay with her for the last few days," Hazel suggested.

"I think they can solve their problems if they're given the chance."

Her heart started beating faster, hoping he would agree. If he accepted her suggestion, it would give her the leverage she needed to manage her plans.

Francisco moved slightly, looking into her eyes. He exhaled and, while nodding, said, "It's not a bad idea, darling."

Hazel's heart leaped with joy. She smiled, her victory evident in her expression