I had just finished a day of work, utterly exhausted, when I returned to my rented apartment.As soon as I opened the door, I saw Amelia Williams bustling about. She was wearing an apron, setting a feast on the table. “Claire, I know you’ve been busy. I didn’t have much to do, so I thought I’d come over to help.”I was already used to it. Ever since my husband, Nathan Smart, died in that fire, Amelia had been frequently coming over to “help”, even taking a spare key to my home so that she could come and go as she pleased.She claimed it was because she sympathized with how hard it was for me to work and raise a child alone.However, deep down, I knew the real reason—she just didn’t trust me to take good care of her precious son.At the dining table, my son loudly exclaimed, “Aunt Amelia is so nice to me! I love Aunt Amelia!”Amelia affectionately patted his head before turning to me. “Claire, come sit down. Dinner is ready.”It was as if they were truly mother and son.With a
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