Martha stood rooted to her bedroom floor, staring first at Liam, then at the tray he held out, then back to his face.

 “Good morning, Martha,” he said, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Grace told me you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring your breakfast up.”

 “Oh, uh, no… I… I was just resting. I forgot to eat,” Martha stuttered, her cheeks burning as she quickly took the tray from his hands and slammed the door shut in his face.

 “I’m really sorry. I’m still not feeling like myself. Thank Grace for me,” she called through the closed door, her voice muffled.

 “Grace left this morning. It’s Friday.”

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