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What had Myfanwy gotten herself into this time? Better yet, why had she come here and not spoken to Eliza or Teddy?
She was carrying a bowl of something covered in foil when Alex got downstairs.
"What's wrong?" they asked warily.
"Well, hello to you, too."
"Sorry, hello." They shoved their hands into their pockets.
"I brought some soup for Robert."
They raised their eyebrows. "How did you even know Robert was sick, Myfanwy?"
"Because hasn't been to the offices in two days and you keep rotating bodies amongst the other three." She handed them the soup.
"Get well soon."