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    “Got it,” Margie said, toning down her enthusiasm.


    “See you in a bit,” Yvonne replied, ending the call. She tossed the nket aside and climbed out of bed with renewed purpose, nning to shower and change.


    “You’re heading out?” Norton asked as he watched her move around.


    “Yes.” She was already halfway to the bathroom with her clothes in hand.


    Norton leaned back with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. She really didn’t know how to take it easy, did she? Still sick and already rushing back to work.


    When Yvonne emerged, freshly showered and dressed, the soft clinking of porcin drew her eyes to the table. A simple breakfast had beenid out.


    Norton saw here out and gestured to the meal. “Eat something before you go.”


    “I’m not hungry,” Yvonne replied curtly, already making a beeline for the door.


    But Norton reached out and caught her hand. “You were still unwell yesterday. You should get something in your stomach today.”


    She hesitated, the firmness in his voice softening her resolve. With a resigned breath, she sank into the chair and, almost grudgingly, dipped her spoon into the bowl.


    “This is really good.” Yvonne had intended to just taste it out of politeness and move on, but to her surprise, the vors were rich andforting, coaxing her into another spoonful.


    “I asked Leif to prepare it especially for you,” Norton said quietly, watching as she ate with haste. “Slow down. There’s no rush.”


    She took two more spoonfuls, then set the spoon aside and rose from her seat. “I have to go.”


    “I’ll have Leif drive you,” Norton said, watching her retreating figure.


    The car took her to the hotel where Margie stayed. Margie was already waiting near the entrance, pacing impatiently.


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    Yvonne pushed open the door and gave a small wave. “Hop in. Have you had breakfast?”


    Margie scowled dramatically as she slid into the back seat. “You won’t believe it—there’s not a single decent restaurant around here! I wanted something light, but after wandering forever, I gave up and grabbed some terrible bread. Utterly disappointing.”


    Yvonne couldn’t help but smile, remembering theforting breakfast she’d just had. A quiet warmth stirred inside her chest.


    Before long, they arrived at Frank’s studio. As they stepped through the ss doors, the same woman from the previous day—Erin—came forward with a bright smile.


    “Good morning!” she greeted them with cheerful energy.


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