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I head downstairs and into the kitchen, intending to clean up the mess we left there, only to find Blanca had already done the work. A pan is sizzling with fresh eggs, filling the kitchen with its delicious smell.

“I was going to clean it,” I say. “Thank you.”

Blanca only shrugs and resumes her work. She flips the omelet once and puts it in on a plate she set up for me on the counter.

I wonder if Ronan texted her at some ...