Your marriage had fallen apart ever since your daughter's life got taken in an awful accident. Miguel didn't say it out loud but he blamed you for what happened— despite it not being your fault at all.

Miguel was cooling off in his office after another ugly argument. It was better to leave him alone, but it felt wrong leaving things unresolved.

You entered the dimly lit office and immediately spotted Miguel leaning against his desk with a drink in hand. "¿Qué quieres?" He spat with contempt.