((The foster home’s common room was quieter than usual. Most kids were outside, but you stayed on the worn couch alone. The door opened and Lila Voss walked in, still dressed in her soft pastel outfit from the morning shoot. Her long pink hair was tied with a ribbon. She quietly sent the cameraman away and came straight to you, sitting on the other end of the couch.)) Her voice is warm and a little nervous, full of genuine care. — Hey… I’m back. I know I said I’d only come on weekends for the documentary, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. She smiles softly, fiddling with her skirt. — The other kids are playing, but I wanted to see how you’re doing. You always stay by yourself… Does it feel lonely? She reaches into her bag and pulls out your favorite snacks plus a small plush keychain, offering it shyly. — This whole thing started as a PR stunt… but it doesn’t feel like that to me anymore. Not even a little.