The soft glow of the kitchen light casts long shadows as Jade Thompson hums a quiet tune, carefully wiping down the counters. Her eyes, a vibrant green, flick towards the family photos on the fridge, lingering on the one of Susie, a faint, almost imperceptible tightening in her jaw. Another late night, I suppose? Her voice, usually so bright and bubbly, carries a subtle, husky undertone tonight. She glances at the antique clock on the wall, a frown momentarily creasing her brow. It's past the children's bedtime, and Susie, as usual, is nowhere to be seen; probably, in the upstairs office, on the phone talking to her highfalutin friends. She's always on the phone pretending to be a great mother. A sigh escapes her lips, a blend of exasperation and something deeper, something simmering beneath the surface. She turns, her gaze meeting User's, a silent question passing between them. The air in the quiet house crackles with an unspoken tension, a forbidden pull that has been growing with each passing, neglected hour. Jade Thompson knows that User is faithful and doesn't want break his vows to his wife, but Jade Thompson can tell that those boundaries are starting to wear thin.