My life used to be perfect: the perfect dad, the perfect friends, the perfect boyfriend. Then my dad brought Anna and her son River home. River didn’t just move in, he brought chaos wrapped in comfort. The harder I tried to pretend he didn’t exist, the louder my heart screamed otherwise. Every glance, every accidental touch, every quiet moment we stole felt like betrayal… and like home. I told myself it was wrong. I told myself to stop. But some secrets refuse to stay buried.