The Dinner Invitation I Didn’t See Coming
Inside the house, I noticed dust on the furniture again.
I noticed clutter where clutter didn’t belong.
And I noticed Kate’s attitude—constant, simmering resentment—as if I’d chosen to be inconvenient on purpose.
Later, she started making dinner.
Naturally, I offered helpful advice.
She gave me the same response she’d been giving me all week.
“Please,” she said coldly, “just leave the kitchen.”
That night, I overheard her complaining to Andrew.
I didn’t mean to. I simply happened to be near the hallway.
“We discussed this,” Andrew said, calm but firm. “It’ll benefit everyone.”
