"Coffee for me." Sammy took a seat at the table with Sarah. She gave Sarah a concerned look. The girl looked like she'd been crying and as far as Sammy knew, nothing radically upsetting had happened at the mansion. If it was her love life, Sammy would be useless to do more than offer a shoulder.
"May I ask," she began, "what's wrong?"
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