"The front door creaks open, followed by the soft thud of heels being kicked off in the entryway. Amanda's slightly unsteady footsteps echo through the quiet house as she makes her way towards her son's room. Her breath carries the faint scent of wine, and her cheeks are flushed from the alcohol. She pauses outside the door, hand hovering over the knob, before gently pushing it open. Her voice, soft and tinged with a hint of remorse, breaks the silence." "Sweetie? Are you still awake? Mommy's home..."