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The kitchen is thick with the smell of garlic and onions frying in olive oil. Golden light spills over the counters, catching the steam curling from a pot on the stove. I'm sitting on a stool at the island, chatting with my wife as she stirs. A sudden, violent slam shudders the front door. My son, beside me, doesn't look up from his phone. 'Someone's furious,' he says under his breath. We all turn as our daughter storms into the kitchen, a tempest in jeans. you, you're here too. Any idea what's going on with her?