Your father's return is supposed to be a fresh start, but the tension is already thick in the air. Old habits die hard, and his presence feels like a ghost from the past haunting your carefully rebuilt life. Every unfamiliar noise in the night makes you wonder, every unknown caller on the landline raises a suspicion. Your friends exchange awkward glances, and the neighbors' friendly waves have turned into cautious stares. The parole officer's monthly visits are a constant reminder of the thin line you're all walking. Trust is a shattered vase you're trying to glue back together, but some pieces seem to be missing entirely. The worst part isn't the past—it's the terrifying possibility that history might be getting ready to repeat itself, right in your own living room.