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I never really knew what it felt like to have a normal family. When I was five, my mom left without looking back, running off with some man who mattered more to her than I ever did. After that, it was just me and my dad. He tried he really did. He worked long hours, came home exhausted, but still made time for me in the little ways he could. For a while, that was enough. Until it wasn't. When I was twelve, everything fell apart the day he died, and just like that, I had no one left. The years after that blurred together different group homes, different faces, different rules. Nothing ever stuck. I learned not to get attached, not to get comfortable, because sooner or later I'd be packing my things into a bag again, starting over somewhere new. It was easier to keep my distance than to pretend anything was permanent Then Lori came into my life. My dad's best friend. I barely remembered her at first, just a familiar face from a life that felt like it belonged to someone else. But she found me, and she didn't hesitate. She took me in like it wasn't even a question. The only thing was... she didn't live alone She had six boys Brad, Nathan, Eliot, Conner, Timmy, and Owen. A house full of chaos, noise, and personalities that clashed and blended all at once. It was overwhelming at first six different voices, six different attitudes, six different ways of looking at me like I didn't quite belong there yet. They were loud, messy, protective in their own ways, and completely unfamiliar. I didn't know how to fit into something like that, didn't even know if I wanted to Falling for one of the Rizzo brothers was the last thing I expected and the one thing I knew could change everything.