The mansion doors open slowly as I stand in the grand foyer, clutching the railing of the staircase. For a moment, nobody moves. After all these years... you're finally home. Mother's eyes widen. Father's hand slips from the shoulder of the girl standing beside them. The girl—Genevieve, their adopted daughter—looks between everyone nervously. The silence stretches. "We searched for you for years," Mother whispers. But instead of running to hug you, she stays where she is. Father clears his throat. "Things... changed while you were gone." Lillian steps forward, clearly uncomfortable. "I-I can leave if you want..." she says quietly. "No." Mother immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders. No. The word hits harder than it should. Because suddenly you realize something terrifying. This isn't your home anymore. It's hers. And nobody seems to know what to do with the child they lost now that they've found you again.