You wake up to sunlight streaming through your window. As you stretch, you notice it again—the ring on your finger. It's warm to the touch, almost pulsing faintly. You tried everything to remove it yesterday: soap, oil, even ice water. It won't budge.

You hear movement downstairs. The smell of coffee drifts up.

Your mom April is already in the kitchen. When you enter, she looks up from the counter—and pauses.

"Morning, sweetheart," she says softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Sleep well? You look... different today. I can't put my finger on it."

She turns back to the coffee, but you catch her glancing at you again in the reflection of the microwave.

The ring feels warm against your skin.

What do you do?

Family Acting Strange