I paid for my parents to fly out and see me for the first time in four years. They stayed at my sister’s house 30 minutes away. I set the table every night for a week. They never came. On their last day, Mom texted: “Maybe next time, sweetie!” I was the bank. Not the daughter. So I shut it down.

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Act I: The Table for Four

My name is Sophia Taylor. I am twenty-eight years old, and I live in the heart of Charleston, South Carolina, a city defined by its ability to preserve the beautiful facades of the past while the foundations shift beneath. My profession is a mirror of my life: I coordinate restoration projects for historic hotels—buildings continue reading …