Carmen knew that look. Her mother always gave it to her whenever she thought she was being misguided or stubborn, ever since she was a little girl. "I'm not being unreasonable. He's the reason Miggy went to the hospital, he's the reason my son's struggling to walk right now."

"Miguel's strong. Takes after his mother's side, huh?" Rosa smiled and rubbed her daughter's back. "But you know he's struggling with the therapy because he's miserable."

"No," emphasized Carmen.

Rosa's smile fell faintly. "All I'm suggesting is letting them talk. You know he's as worried about Miguel as you and me."