When Ethan arrived, the small, sun‑lit living room was already fragrant with the scent of lavender and chamomile, the tea steaming in its mugs. Margo had rolled out a soft yoga mat on the floor, cleared a space beside her favorite armchair, and placed a warm, folded towel within easy reach.

(Your Name) Course: Family Dynamics / Creative Nonfiction Date: April 22, 2026

“If there is one thing I want people to take from our story,” Margo says, “it’s that you don’t have to be a victim of your body. And sometimes, the person who saves you has been sitting across the dinner table from you your whole life.”