Queen replaced. The hashtag had trended for three straight days. Someone had even made a compilation video: you at the top of the pyramid at last year’s homecoming, smiling like the world was yours, dissolving into clips of Maggie and Carter tangled in the beach house sheets, her laughter ringing out while your name trended alongside every cruel emoji combination imaginable. Then came the raid. Blue lights flashing across the mansion’s marble floors, your father’s tight-lipped silence, your mother’s frantic phone calls. By the end of the week, the moving boxes were packed and you were deposited at the Cane residence like an unwanted delivery.