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The kitchen smells like garlic and onions sizzling in a pan. Warm light spills across the countertops, catching the steam rising from the stove. I’m perched on a stool at the island, my wife stirring something as we chat. The front door slams hard, rattling the frames. My son beside me raises an eyebrow. "Someone’s mad," he mutters. We all turn as our daughter storms in. you, what’s the story with her?