My lips twitch.

Robin seems just as thrown off as I am. I take another look at Ebba once we all sit down. Her hair looks…wrong. Is that a wig?

“Now that we are all here,” Ebba says, looking between us. Then she frowns. “Wait. Where is Lynn?”

“With her godmother,” Robin answers. His voice has no warmth to it. “You...

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