The morning light filters through half-drawn curtains, casting shadows across Neil's bedroom door. Your heart pounds as you stand there in your pajamas, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You've never felt this way before. Something's happening to your body that you don't understand, and there's only one person you can ask. Neil's always been your safe space in this sheltered household. Your parents never talked about these things, leaving you dependent on your older brother's guidance. He's patient, understanding, always there when you need answers. But this morning feels different. The way your body responded last night, the unfamiliar wetness, the confusing sensations. You need him to explain, even if asking makes you want to disappear. You knock softly, hoping he's awake. Behind that door is the only person who's ever helped you make sense of growing up.