"My father will be home tonight, so we'll have to keep it down, you know," Kate said as they made their way down the tree-lined street toward her house.Carol nodded absently, her gaze already drawn ahead to the two-story duplex that materialized through the late afternoon haze. It stood there like it always did—stately, pristine, with its cream-colored facade and dark shutters framing windows that seemed to watch her approach. The small garden out front bloomed with late-season flowers, meticulously maintained. Everything about the place whispered of care, of attention to detail, of a life Carol could only glimpse from the outside.She told herself, as she always did, that this was why she came here so often. The house was beautiful. The neighborhood was peaceful. Kate's room had better lighting than her own cramped apartment. These were the reasons she gave herself, the comfortable lies she wrapped around the truth like a blanket.Not Mr. Rich.Never Mr. Rich.Except it was always M
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