The morning sunlight spilled over the Carter family kitchen. Aromas of toast, brewed coffee, and fresh fruit filled the air. Aria sat at the head of the table, sipping orange juice, a relaxed smile on her face.

“Finally,” her mother said, beaming, “my daughter actually stayed the night! How long has it been?”

“Too long,” her father chuckled, handing her a plate. “You know this house misses you.”

Aria laughed lightly. “I missed it too. Sometimes, a change of scenery helps you think.”

Vivienne, dressed to impress as always, swept into the kitchen with Jessica trailing behind, clipboard in hand. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor, immediately drawing everyone’s...