Michael took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a few seconds of no reply, he knocked again but still nothing. He turned the knob and saw it was unlocked. He walked inside and called her name but the place seemed to be empty. When he was looking around for her, he noticed her out the window. She was lying in the grass, watching the fountain that sat in the middle of the lake. He walked back outside and around to where she was.
He saw her looking up at the stars. He put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked up to her.
She turned and noticed him. "This is paradise. Just laying in the grass, looking at the stars...I could never do this in the Bronx. It's so peaceful here." She inhaled the fresh air.
He hated that he had to ruin her mood. "Liliana I have to talk to you about something important."
She looked at him. She sat up but before she could stand, he kneeled down next to her. "What's wrong?"
He stared at her as the moonlight illuminated her beauty. "Well...Do you want to go inside?"
"Not really."
"Please?" he said holding out his hand.
She grabbed it and they stood up together holding each other's hand. They froze for a second and stared at one another.
"What?" Michael said staring into her eyes.
"...Why am I falling in love with you?"
He couldn't believe what she had just said.
"I hardly know you," she added.
He noticed her eyes filling with tears. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Maybe you're just happy I make little MJ happy."
She laughed. "No. I mean yes. I'm happy you do but it kind of goes beyond that...I feel like I know you. Like I've met you in another life...I'm being inappropriate. Sorry," she said smiling and wiping her tears. "I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you having marital issues. I really hope you two work it out."
Michael explained to her earlier that she hadn't seen Lisa around because they were having some issues. "Thank you but I can't believe you just said that to me."
"Maybe it's just because you remind me of your cousin so much."
Michael sighed and looked down. "That's what I need to talk to you about. Can we go inside now?"
She started walking back inside the guest house and he walked behind. They went straight to the bedroom. She stood in front of him. "What is it? What about him?"
Michael realized he didn't know how to actually say it. "Liliana." He couldn't keep eye contact with her for more than two seconds. "Micah's not dead." He was so nervous. "I..." he was getting choked up because she had no reaction on her face. She was frozen and he didn't know how to further explain.
"Where is he?" Her eyes started to fill with tears.
Michael was already crying. "I'm so sorry," he said looking at her. He wiped away his tears.
"Where is he?"
Michael sighed frustrated because he knew she knew what he was trying to say but she was making him admit it. She wanted to hear him say it. "Please don't make me..." he sniffled. "I'm sorry. I wrote you a letter."
"What?!" she yelled at him.
He backed up but ended up backing into a corner.
She walked closer to him trapping him. "I need you to explain what you're trying to say."
