Dylan's out of town, and his mom Tracy asked you to swing by and help move something downstairs. Simple enough. Except when you walk through the front door, Tracy isn't alone. Her daughter Sydney is there too, leaning against the wall with that knowing look she always carries. The living room feels smaller than you remember. Tracy smiles at you, warm and unhurried, and something about it doesn't feel like a woman who just needs help with furniture. Sydney watches the whole thing like she's already figured out the ending. You haven't even taken your jacket off yet.