I tore open the envelope and gasped. A series of receipts tumbled out, each one revealing hotel stays in cities where he claimed to be on business. My stomach turned as I realized the implications. He had lied to me. He had woven a web of deceit while I was left in the dark.
“What the hell, Miguel?” I whispered angrily to the empty room, bile rising in my throat. The smell intensified in my mind, now tainted by his betrayal. I was about to confront him with this evidence, but as I prepared to make the call, Miguel's phone buzzed on the table, a message lighting up the screen.
My heart stopped. I stared at it, dread pooling in my gut. The name attached to the message was linked to the crime—everything spiraled into chaos as my fingers inched towards the phone, knowing it could change everything.
Confrontation in the Air
