Natalie had just finished her morning coffee when the knock came at her door. She knew who it was before she opened it----the timing was too perfect, too calculated. Her family had always had a sense for when she was vulnerable, when she might be receptive to their demands.

Her mother stood in the hallway, her father and brother behind her, all three wearing expressions of concern that Natalie had learned to recognize as performance. They weren't worried about her. They were worried ...