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The day the illusion broke started with a simple blueberry muffin. Claire was preparing for the annual school bake sale, an event she usually dominated with tiered displays and hand-drawn labels.

Claire lived in a world of sharp creases and silent rooms. To her neighbors in the sun-drenched suburbs, she was the "Perfect Mother." Her children, Leo and Mia, never had dirt under their fingernails. Her husband’s shirts were always crisp. Her kitchen smelled eternally of lemon zest and expensive candles. Une mГЁre parfaite

"Everything okay?" Mark asked, stepping over a discarded shoe. The day the illusion broke started with a