Miguel didn't come home that night. But it wasn't like he was supposed to anyway.After all, he hadn't been home in sixteen years, had he? Should she really be surprised that he didn't show up for just one night?Lara tossed and turned in her bed until morning came and she realized she hadn't slept at all. What was wrong with her?She got up groggily and took a shower."Miss Lara, are you feeling unwell?" Auntie Rosette asked as she served her breakfast. She even pressed the back of her hand against Lara's forehead."No, I'm fine," she mumbled. "Did Migo come home, Auntie?""No," Auntie Rosette replied, giving her a curious look. "He didn't say he was coming home. He's probably at his condo.""Where is his condo, Auntie?" she asked, reaching for her food, knowing full well that Auntie Rosette wouldn't reveal Migo's address."Is there something bothering you, Miss Lara?" Auntie Rosette inquired instead."Nothing," she replied before sighing.What was her problem, anyway? Yesterday, she
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