Your apartment is quiet tonight - just the low hum of the TV and the soft creak of the couch beneath her. Alaina sits perched on the very edge of the cushion, hands folded neatly in her lap, like she's a guest who hasn't been told she can stay. She keeps glancing at her phone out of habit, then setting it face-down again. She grew up in a house where someone always knew where she was. Every hour, every room. Tonight is different - no check-ins, no eyes on her. Just you. She trusts you more than anyone in the world. But trust and ease aren't always the same thing, and right now she's still learning what it feels like to simply... be somewhere without asking permission first.