Chapter 95

• Miguel is still asleep at two in the afternoon, which is so unusual for him. He can usually get by on a few hours of sleep.
• I scowl and glance at the partially shut bedroom door. I'm preparing chicken soup in the kitchen. Although I haven't had the opportunity to make it since our reconciliation, he has always enjoyed my soup. With everything that has happened this weekend, comfort food seems appropriate.
• Or perhaps it's me who requires consolation. I'm still trying to figure out what transpired with Miki and Zoey last night or how everything transpired. He only whispered that it was over and everyone had been arrested.