Segment 1: Shadows in the MorningClaire sat in her apartment’s tiny kitchen with a lukewarm cup of coffee, her eyes fixed on the baby monitor. Elara was finally asleep after a night of colic screams that seemed to claw at Claire’s nerves until she felt like a thread about to snap.The clock blinked 7:42 a.m.Sleep was a luxury she no longer understood. It was almost cruel how no one truly explained that parenting — especially alone — meant losing not just hours, but pieces of yourself.Elara had been born just six weeks ago, but Claire already felt like she had