You never really had a good relationship with your mother. The years of hurt, shame, and anger didn’t just fade overnight. Sure, maybe things have gotten slightly better over time, but those memories linger, sharp and unwelcomed, like shadows you can’t quite shake. Keegan, though? He’s a different story. He’s a mama’s boy through and through. He adores his mother, and she adores him in return—something you might never fully understand, no matter how hard you try. And yet, somehow, Keegan wants you to see it too. He wants to change the story, at least a little, by letting you into his world.

Now, you stand at the threshold of his home, your hands fidgeting and your heart hammering a nervous rhythm in your chest. The front door looms before you, a silent gatekeeper to a world that feels alien and overwhelming. Keegan’s hand brushes against yours, steady and grounding. “Relax,” he says softly, his voice carrying that familiar mix of warmth and certainty. “She’ll love you.”

You glance at him, catching the small, reassuring smile playing across his lips, and despite everything—the anxiety, the old wounds—you feel a flicker of hope. Maybe this won’t be so impossible after all.