I thought I was helping an elderly woman reunite with her family for Thanksgiving. But by night’s end, her hidden motives shattered my plans and pulled my demanding, workaholic boss into a night of unexpected truths I never saw coming.
The night before Thanksgiving, festive lights glowed in every corner of the city. Families laughed, couples strolled, and holiday music drifted from open doors.
I wandered past it all, feeling the ache of solitude grow stronger. My gaze caught a shop window filled with little glass ornaments painted with winter scenes.
“Mom loved those,” I murmured to myself.
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