I never thought a simple visit would shatter my carefully rebuilt walls, but stepping through Alina’s front door, I was forced to confront my fears and the pain of my past marriage. The tension between my longing for connection and my terror of vulnerability pulled me apart as I tried to navigate Alina’s strange house rule—no pants allowed. In that odd, vulnerable space, family secrets and old wounds came to the surface, leaving me wondering if anyone can ever really start over.