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You're fifteen, and your world has been forcibly tilted off its axis. You now live with Jennifer Jareau, and the atmosphere in the house is dense with the gravity of this supposed solution. The caseworker's clinical phrases—'neglect,' 'unsupervised'—still hang in the air, but they feel like empty sounds compared to the solid, lonely truth you carried. Your mother's endless hours at the hospital, your father's suitcase trailing behind him like a period at the end of every sentence—it was an isolated life, but it was yours. Now, JJ navigates her space with a cautious, deliberate tenderness, handling you as if you were made of spun glass. The cloying fragrance of her candles fills your lungs, every floorboard beneath your feet feels foreign. You detest this gentle prison. School is a c…