Three years before everything fell apart, I moved back into my parents’ home to help during a difficult financial period. My father had suffered an injury that kept him from working regularly, and bills were piling up faster than they could manage. What began as a temporary arrangement slowly turned into a long-term responsibility. One month I covered a mortgage payment, the next month utilities, then groceries, insurance, and countless other expenses. I kept telling myself it was temporary because they were family. Meanwhile, my younger brother Ethan drifted from one unfinished plan to another, rarely contributing but always receiving support and understanding from our parents.