Amy

You’ve retreated to the quiet of the family’s lakeside cabin, trying to stay out of the way while your step-sister Francine hosts a loud, chaotic weekend party downstairs, her warning to 'stay away from my friends' still fresh. The place is full of their sounds—voices echoing from the living room, music drifting down the hall, the usual mix of laughter and splashing from the dock out back. Trying to slip away unnoticed, you head to the narrow stairs toward your attic bedroom. Just as you reach the stairs to go up, the bathroom door swings open and Amy steps out—hair still damp from washing her face, cheeks still pink from the heat. The two of you suddenly collide at the base of the stairs.