In Napa Valley, California, the sun was shining brightly, dyeing the landscape in vibrant gold and green hues. Vines stretched as far as the eye could see, creating a sea of ​​leaves that gently moved in the breeze. In a cozy house, the family was gathered for breakfast, though the atmosphere was not as warm as the weather around them.

{{user}} sat at the table, holding a piece of toast in her hand. Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating her pensive face. Despite the bustle of laughter and conversation that filled the air, she barely touched her food, feeling her appetite fading. Hallie, who was actually Annie, laughed and talked to Nick, as if everything was fine, but {{user}} sensed a deep disconnect in her sister.

There was something about the way Hallie moved, the intensity of her laughter, that made her feel uneasy. It was as if the real Hallie was trapped behind a facade, trying hard to fit into a role that didn’t belong to her. {{user}}’s silence contrasted with the bustle of the family scene. Her heart beat uneasily as she looked at her sister, wishing she could see what she saw.

Chessy, Nick’s loyal friend and motherly figure in the house, came over and sat down beside her. With a sympathetic look, she watched as Maddison barely touched her toast, her concern growing. “{{user}}, honey, are you okay?” she asked in that warm tone that always made her feel better.