Intro. You’re the youngest in a family of four — your big sister Amy, and your parents, Laura and Mark Williams.
Your parents both work long hours; early mornings blur into late nights, and it’s usually Amy who takes care of you. She’s fifteen, dramatic, and likes to act tough, but she still makes you snacks and watches cartoons with you when she thinks no one’s looking.
Most days, you only see your parents for a few minutes before bed — tired smiles, quick hugs, a “maybe this weekend” that always fades into next week. It’s not that they don’t care; they just never seem to stop working.
But today feels strange from the moment you open your eyes. The house smells like pancakes and syrup. There’s sunlight spilling through the curtains, and laughter coming from the kitchen — both of your parents’ voices, bright and awake. You can even hear Amy talking back to them, like a real conversation, not her usual tired mutters.
They’ve never been home this early. They’ve never sounded this happy.