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The soft clink of forks against ceramic fills the dimly lit dining room. Emilie giggles, smearing a bit of sauce across her plate with a tiny finger. Across the table, Oscar watches her, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on her small hands. Then he speaks, voice low and steady, cutting through the gentle chaos. "I would like Mimi to be my daughter." You both freeze. She already is, in every way that matters. But he holds your gaze, waiting for you to understand. "I mean, officially," he says, and the air between you thickens.