It only took one glance for the anger to boil over.There they were—Taylor and her son Hayden—standing at the door of the previously vacant room across the courtyard. Timothy was with them, and Caitlin too, along with a small crowd gathered outside."I'm going over there," Carmen muttered, marching toward the commotion.The room had already been cleaned and arranged. Hayden wheeled Taylor inside, followed by her attendants carrying several personal items—among them, a cherished antique phonograph, a gift from Timothy in their younger days. Taylor had kept it in pristine condition.“Vivienne, play one of my old songs,” Taylor said softly, clearly pleased with her new quarters. From here, she could see Rachel’s room directly across the courtyard.Vivienne placed a vinyl on the turntable, and soon, the nostalgic voice of Taylor in her youth echoed through the courtyard—clear, soulful, unforgettable.Timothy stood nearby, his expression pensive. The song seemed to pull him back in time, t
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