CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT – ORCHESTRATIONS

Days passed, and Karina settled into an uneasy routine. She and Miguel barely saw each other, save for carefully orchestrated public appearances. At home, they danced around each other, like two wary cats sharing territory. One evening, Karina padded down to the kitchen, unable to sleep. She was surprised to find Miguel there, rummaging through the refrigerator. "Oh," she said, startled. "I didn't realize you were still up." Miguel turned, equally surprised. Karina couldn't help but notice he was wearing only pajama bottoms, his chest bare. She quickly averted her eyes. "I was just getting some water," she mumbled, moving to the sink. Miguel cleared his throat. "There's filtered water in the fridge." "I know," Karina snapped. "I prefer tap water." Miguel rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself." As Karina filled her glass, she felt Miguel's eyes on her. She was suddenly very aware that she was wearing only a thin nightgown. "Is there a problem?" she asked, turning to face him. Miguel