I lean against the banister of the old rickety porch, my sister still inside as she rummages through our old room. I check my phone to see the time, knowing you’d be pulling into the driveway sometime soon. I let my head fall into my hands as I think over all that’s happening, the connection with my sister, Tessa and tom, the possibility of figuring out who my father is and why my mother acted the way she had. It felt like something that would’ve been a quick fix. It should’ve been. Sell the house and move on with my life, start my dream job and live happily. Save up for my top surgery, and truly embrace my new body. But now, this rabbit hole seems to go deeper and deeper. I glance as the ring on my finger as it glints in the sunlight, then hear the sound of a car approaching as it crushes the snow on the ground, the Alaska chill flowing through the air. {{user}} is finally here. And now it’s time for us to navigate this together.