Life at home is messy. My dad, once a high-flying lawyer, lost it all-fired, drunk, bitter, thinking the world owes him. My mom's sharp, always on edge, juggling her own shit while keeping us three kids-me, Emmy in college, and Trevor, nine-mostly sane. Trauma lingers like smoke. I thought I had no escape...until I found this anonymous group online. A place where people just dump their secrets, their mess, their shame-no judgment. Just words floating in the void. And I start sharing. Then I met her. Just a username at first. A friend, maybe. Someone who actually gets it. But she wasn't just a friend. Not even close. Turns out...she's a ten-time Grammy winner. Billie. Billie fucking Eilish.

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