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Mateo snorted. “Give it time. There might be more.”

Ophelia’s eye twitched. A week? With twenty-three strangers? She pulled out her tablet and began drafting a schedule. Day one was chaos. Priya tried to administer basic health screenings to everyone. Jasper and Juniper challenged the group to a pancake-eating contest, which ended with Gerald’s wooden leg coated in syrup. Mateo revealed he was a professional mime and “performed” a piece about the existential dread of discovering one’s father had been a philandering ghost. Clover cried because no one would tell her where the treasure was hidden. ophelia kaan oopsfamily

“I was so angry,” she said, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “At him. At my mother for lying. I thought if I controlled everything, I’d never feel that lost again. But I was just… alone.” Mateo snorted

“Well, facilitator, how do you plan to make this work? Half of them think this is a joke. The other half are already fighting over who gets the silverware.” A week

She had never been less alone in her life.