Chapter 2: The ConfrontationI woke before Miguel.The sun was already filtering through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting the room in a soft grey light. Miguel lay beside me, still asleep, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep, alcohol-induced slumber.I slipped out of bed carefully, pulling the silk sheet around myself. My body ached in ways I wasn't ready to think about. But there was something else, something that kept replying in my mind like a broken record.Clara. God, Clara.I needed answers. I needed to understand what had happened, why he'd called out my sister's name.I found him in the shower an hour later, the sound of water running behind the frosted glass doors of the en-suite bathroom. I pressed my hand against her chest like I could hold it still. I waited, wrapped in a borrowed robe, until the water shut off and he emerged in a cloud of steam.Miguel froze when he saw me standing there."Good morning," he said carefully, reaching f
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