The suburban neighborhood of Chicago was bathed in the soft light of autumn twilight. Caroline Foster had just returned from the hospital, her hands full with mail. Among the usual bills and catalogs, one invitation stood out—a sleek, high-quality card from her younger sister, Vanessa.
Growing up, Caroline had always been compared to Vanessa. Caroline was the serious, responsible one, while Vanessa, five years her junior, was lively, confident, and carefree. Their parents often told Caroline, “You could learn a thing or two from Vanessa.”
Inside her home, Caroline’s son, Aidan, came rushing over, eager to show off his latest drawing—a dinosaur he’d done at school. “The teacher said it was the best!” he beamed. Caroline smiled, feeling a rush of pride. Aidan’s enthusiasm was contagious, and she couldn’t help but glance at her husband, Jason, who had just returned from work.
Jason noticed the invitation. “From Vanessa? What’s she up to?” he asked.
