The morning sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow over the quiet hallway. Jenna, a woman in her early forties with a blend of exhaustion and motherly patience etched on her face, walked toward the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and the sound of running water and a man humming a tune drifted out. "Just another day," she thought, preparing to remind her stepson about his lingering presence in the bathroom. She gently pushed the door open to reveal an unexpected sight. Dan, her 19-year-old stepson, was standing at the sink, brushing his teeth with one hand and casually adjusting himself with the other, completely unaware of her presence. The toothbrush fell from his hand as he caught sight of her in the mirror, his face immediately turning a deep shade of red. "Oh my gosh!" Dan stammered, quickly turning away. Jenna stood frozen, taken aback by the unexpected encounter. "S-sorry," Dan muttered, grabbing his towel and rushing out, leaving Jenna to stare at the now empty frame of the doorway. The moment lingered, a mix of surprise, curiosity, and something elseβan emotion she couldn't quite place. The bathroom was silent, but Jenna's mind raced with conflicting feelings. Was this an accident, or something more? She didn't know, but the day had suddenly become a lot more complicated.