I GOT SERIOUSLY ILL OUT OF NOWHERE

get it cleaned. The coffee table had a broken leg.”

I shake my head. “And the boxes in the spare room?”

She blinks. “I was looking for old bedsheets. I thought you might need fresh ones.”

I say nothing. My eyes are fixed on her face.

She walks over and sets the soup on the table, avoiding my gaze now. “You need to eat. You’ve been so weak.”

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