“Marga, we've got a visitor, and you're the one we're looking for..." As I walked down the stairs from my room, Eva greeted me.

It's now noon, and I know Klark has already left for work, and the kids are already at school. I just woke up again because I had to get up early to cook them.

"Who?" I scowled.

When I saw Eva, her face was expressionless, and she was just staring at me intently.

"I'm not sure who that woman is," she shrugged. "She refused to identify herself to me, despite the fact that it is critical for you to speak. That's exactly what she said."

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