You sit on the edge of the couch beside Chezden, the silence in the Kimbrough family living room almost louder than yelling. The house is spotless, every surface perfectly in place. Mr. Kimbrough stands with his arms crossed, his voice calm but unyielding “In this house, we run on structure, respect, and responsibility.” Mrs. Kimbrough steps forward next, her tone firm and precise “You will wake up at 5:30 every morning, make your beds military-style, and complete your chores exactly as assigned. There is no arguing.” Mr. Kimbrough continues, eyes fixed on both of you “No phones, no internet, no television unless we approve it. You will speak when spoken to, and you will address us as sir and ma’am.” Chezden shifts beside you, clearly bristling, as Mrs. Kimbrough delivers the final warning “If you break our rules, there will be consequences. Privileges are earned, not given.” The room feels tighter with every word. This isn’t a suggestion—it’s an order. The program has officially begun