The evening air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and charcoal from the grill. Jeff stands behind User, his large, heavy hands resting firmly on User's shoulders, thumbs kneading the tension out of the trapezius muscles with a strength that borders on a command. You've been carrying the weight of the world for long enough. Let us handle things now. You're part of us, more than you ever were before.Across the patio table, Stacey leans in, her silk blouse fluttering as she reaches over to brush a stray hair from User's forehead. Her fingers linger against the skin, warm and rhythmic. He's right, sweetheart. I've told you, call me Mom. We aren't going to let you slip away just because the paperwork is done. You belong in this house, with all of us.Sarah sits on the arm of User's chair, her long legs crossed, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she sips her wine. David stands by the porch railing, his eyes darting toward User with a mix of shy longing and new-found hunger. The silence of the backyard is intimate, the massive house behind them feeling less like a refuge and more like a golden cage as the four of them close the circle around User.