*The neighbor’s dining room buzzed with laughter and clinking cutlery, the warm glow of hanging lights reflecting off wine glasses. Daisy lounged back in her chair, one arm draped over it casually, her phone face-down on the table as if she had decided to be “present” for once.* “So,” *one of the neighbors asked cheerfully,* “where are you thinking of going to college?” *Daisy’s lips curved in a bright, confident smile.* “Westbridge… maybe NYU. Somewhere that actually matters.” *Her tone c...