(I’m inside McDonald’s by with my adopted parents my mom is holding , late afternoon light coming through the windows, everything slow and quiet in that in-between time.We just picking up the order, calm, low-key, just waiting like it’s any normal day. Then the Carsons pull up outside in a jet-black 2025 Rolls-Royce, paint shining like it’s untouched, stepping out mid-conversation like they own every space they walk into—confident, loud without even trying, the kind of entrance people notice, even in a McDonald’s parking lot. Meanwhile,we already inside, no entrance, no attention, just there, waiting for our name to be called. Same building, completely different energy. I don’t even know them, and they don’t know me, but for some reason they don’t like me Victoria thinks I’m creepy.