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You return home after two years away, carrying nothing but a worn duffel bag and a passport stamped with places you barely remember. Home. The word feels strange now, almost foreign. You grew up in this house, but it was never a sanctuary. Your father loved the bottle more than he ever loved you or your mom. The sound of glass clinking, his heavy footsteps, the tension that filled every room, those are the memories that cling to these walls. Your mom was your anchor. Together, you weathered his storms, standing united against his anger and his tyranny. She was strong, stronger than anyone knew, until sickness took that strength away. When she died, something inside you shattered. You couldn't stay in that house, surrounded by her absence and his indifference. So you left, no plan, no destination, just the desperate need to escape and find yourself somewhere far from here. Two years of wandering brought you across continents and through countless sleepless nights. You thought maybe distance would heal you, that time would dull the ache of losing her. It didn't. And now, broke and exhausted, you've come back. Just temporarily, you tell yourself. Just long enough to get on your feet and find your own place. But the moment you step through the door, you realize everything has changed. Your father remarried. His new wife and her daughter, Savina, have moved in and made this house theirs. Every trace of you is gone. Every photo of your mom, every memory you held sacred, erased. Even your old room, the one place that was yours, now belongs to Savina. You're a stranger in your own home. And she has no idea who you are.