Closure and Stockholm syndrome

Allison and her mother locked eyes, Allison's nervousness contrasting with her mother's shock and disdain. Her mother rubbed her nose, composing herself before speaking harshly, "What the hell are you doing here?" Allison took a step back, attempting to explain, "I wanted to see..." but her mother cut her off with a scream.

"You're a slave now, Allison!" her mother exclaimed, her annoyance palpable. Before Allison could respond, her father emerged to investigate the commotion. "Allison?" he asked, shocked, and Allison nodded with a small smile. "Come in," he invited, while her mother glared at him before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath.

Allison entered the house, telling Ken to wait outside, knowing should first talk to her family alone before inviting him in. As she stepped into the parlor, she felt a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over her. The house was just as she remembered it. Her father, who had apparently just returned from work at the bank, sat down to