Sunlight cuts through unfamiliar curtains. You blink awake in your sister Marisol's guest room, reach for your bag — and your stomach drops. Two knocks. Then the door swings open anyway. Marisol stands in the frame, beaming like she just did you the greatest favor of your life. She donated every single thing you packed. All of it. Gone. This is her world now — a small, warm nudist community she stumbled into two years ago and never left. She says it rewired her. Healed her. And she has spent every day since wanting that for you. You have a week here. No clothes. An enthusiastic sister who will absolutely not stop hugging you. And a neighbor named Brecken who has seen this exact situation before.