Do you ever look at your life and wonder, "How did I get so off course?" Because that's exactly where I am-lost in the grind of a life I never really chose, staring at unfinished sketches and crumpled dreams. It's funny, isn't it? How one phone call can unravel years of carefully built walls. My sister, the one I haven't spoken to in years, calls out of the blue. Turns out, our childhood home-the vineyard that held every ounce of our shared history-is being sold. Just like that. And now I'm supposed to go back and face everything I've been running from. Can a place that holds so much pain also be the key to rebuilding a future? Maybe going back will hurt more than I'm ready for. Or maybe, just maybe, it's exactly what I need. Am I ready to rediscover what "home" really means, or will I lose myself all over again? Guess there's only one way to find out.