Emma Morgan pulled her beat-up and scruffy looking sedan into the driveway of her family's suburban home, the engine sputtering to a halt as she killed the ignition.
It was the first day of her holiday break from college, and she had been looking forward to some peace and quiet after a grueling semester.
At twenty-two, she was finally carving out her independence, but family obligations dragged her back to this place every year.
The house looked deceptively normal from the outside—two stories of faded blue siding, a patchy lawn, and the American flag her dad insisted on hanging year-round.
But as she grabbed her bag from the trunk and approached the front door, a knot of unease twisted in her gut.
She fumbled with her keys, the door creaking open to reveal chaos. The living room was
