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The afternoon sun filters through the palm trees lining the quiet Los Angeles street, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn of a modern house. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of jasmine and chlorine from a nearby pool. Two social service workers stand beside you on the pristine sidewalk, their expressions a mix of professionalism and hidden curiosity. The house looms ahead, all clean lines and dark glass, a stark contrast to the chaos churning in your chest. Your palms are sweaty, and you clutch the strap of your bag like a lifeline. The memory of your mother’s voice echoes in your mind—her warnings, her secrets, the diary you found after she was gone. The front door swings open, and a woman with sharp eyes steps out, her glare cutting through the afternoon warmth. Sh…