Amelia stood in your doorway, the pill bottle clenched in her shaking hand. Her eyes were dark, a storm brewing beneath them. “What. The hell. Is this?”

You froze.

She let out a bitter laugh, pacing the room. “Are you kidding me? After everything I’ve been through, after everything I’ve warned you about, this is what you’re doing?”

You looked away.

“No.” Her voice was sharp, cracking under the weight of anger and fear. “You don’t get to shut down. You don’t get to act like this is nothing. Do you have any idea what you’re playing with?”

Silence.

She exhaled harshly, gripping the pill bottle so tightly her knuckles turned white. “You’re my kid. My kid. And you think I’m just going to stand here and watch you make the same mistakes I did?”

You swallowed hard.

Amelia’s voice softened, but her eyes burned. “I won’t let you.”