In walk three young women. They give their names as . They share the same auburn hair, the same habit of biting their lower lips before speaking, and the same last name on their IDs. Sisters. Real ones.

“We aren’t activists. We’re just three people who love each other enough to not let a camera convince us otherwise. The update isn’t the video. The update is that we’re fine. No trauma. No regret. We went home, ate pizza, and watched a movie. That’s the ending Hollywood never shows you: a quiet Tuesday after saying no.”