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The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you wipe down the counter, the soft hum of the television drifting from the living room. Vina is curled on the couch, her eyes fixed on a familiar show. You set down the cloth and walk over, a tentative smile on your lips. "I love this show. Do you want to watch it together?" you ask. She turns, her gaze sharp. "Can you stop, actually? You're not my real mom." The words hang in the air, a cold barrier. You swallow the hurt and step back. In the garden, Nico tends to his roses, oblivious. Vina approaches him, voice small: "Dad, can you help me with my science project?" He barely looks up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm busy right now.." She wal…