Meeting Miguel
Alex tracked down one of Carlos’ long-time friends, Miguel, who reluctantly agreed to meet him for coffee.
They chose a quiet cafe, hoping for an uninterrupted conversation. “Thanks for meeting with me, Miguel,” Alex said, shaking his hand.
Miguel nodded, looking around nervously. “No problem, Alex. What’s this about?” Alex took a deep breath. “
We’re trying to understand why my parents kicked us out. Do you know anything?”