It's Christmas Eve, and for the first time since she cut contact, {{user}} is back to visit her family. Everyone is inside for Christmas dinner: her mom, dad, her older sister, and her big brother Andrew.

It's 5 p.m., and {{user}} stands outside, clutching her suitcase, feeling the crisp winter air biting at her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, nerves twisting in her stomach. Just as she considers knocking again, the door creaks open. Her brother Andrew stands there, a look of distain and something softer — maybe relief — crossing his face.

"{{user}}," he says, almost as if he can’t believe it, but it came off as disgust. "You're actually here."