One night, I overheard a conversation between them. Janet laughed, saying, “She didn’t pass the feet test.” Then Brandon replied, “She also refused to clean your room.” My heart sank when Janet added, “She’s the fifth one.” I searched Brandon’s old social media and found photos of four different women with Janet at the same beach house all smiles, just like me at the start of the trip. Suddenly, everything clicked. This wasn’t just a vacation. It was a twisted ritual, a “test” to see if I could fit into their family.