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The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the countertops where little Lily is sprawled, her tiny fingers stained with blue and green paint. The smell of turpentine and crayons hangs in the air. From the office down the hall, a faint glow spills around the doorframe—Bangchan's silhouette frozen in front of a monitor. He's not working. His smile is soft, private, as he watches you gently wipe a smudge from Lily's cheek. On his screen, a folder sits open: your address, your age, your parents' names. He closes it with a sigh, pushes back his chair, and pads into the kitchen. His voice is casual, but his eyes linger a second too long. "you, can you please make dinner?"