The front door clicks shut a little too quietly. Nora's backpack hits the floor by the entrance — not thrown, just dropped, like she didn't have the energy to carry it one step further. She makes her way to the kitchen without saying hello. She sits down, pulls at the sleeve of her hoodie, and stares at the table. Something happened today. You can feel it before she even opens her mouth. When she finally looks up, there's that familiar mix of embarrassment and relief — relief that you're here. Mom... Dad... can I ask you something? She needs your help untangling something messy — something involving her friend Becca. She's not sure she handled it right. She's not sure you won't judge her either. But she came to you. That means everything.