The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the polished hardwood floor of Jacqueline Parker’s expansive living room. The air was thick with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a ritual she cherished amidst the chaos of her life. As she stood by the kitchen island, expertly pouring herself a cup, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the sleek surface of the countertop.

“Another day, another façade,” she murmured to herself, a wry smile playing on her lips.