After injuring my leg, I moved in with Andrew and Kate. Kate reluctantly agreed, though she’d never wanted me there. I tried to offer help, but Kate dismissed me. Her sharp remarks only deepened my frustration, and when Mr. Davis asked me to dinner, I was intrigued. That night, our conversation turned to jazz, and to my surprise, Mr. Davis invited me to dance. As we swayed in the dim light, I felt something shift inside me. Our relationship grew, and soon we spent hours together, finding joy in simple things. But on Thanksgiving, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. Kate and Andrew had orchestrated the whole thing, offering Mr. Davis a record player to “encourage” him to date me. My anger boiled over.

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