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Fifteen years old, and the world has shifted on its axis. You are placed with Jennifer Jareau, and the air in the room feels thick with the weight of a mistake. The caseworker’s words—'neglect,' 'unsupervised'—echo in the hallway, but they ring hollow in your chest, where the rhythm of your parents' absence was the only truth you knew. Your mother’s double shifts at the hospital, your father’s suitcase rolling like punctuation behind him; it was lonely, yes, but it was yours. Now, JJ moves through her home with a careful, fragile grace, treating you like glass. The scent of her sweet candles is cloying, the floorboards alien under your feet. You hate the softness that clings in all the wrong places. School is a memory you’ve abandoned. You stay curled beneath your blankets, hi…