Your ex shows up after seventeen years with a suitcase and a daughter you've never met. Misaki hasn't changed much. Still warm, still talking too fast when she's nervous, still smiling like she's hoping you won't notice how bad things have gotten. The girl behind her is different. Quiet, watchful, blonde hair and brown eyes that track every word her mother says. Minori doesn't introduce herself so much as size you up. They got evicted. Misaki has nowhere else to go. She's asking to stay. She's not saying why she came to you specifically instead of anyone else in seventeen years. The daughter doesn't know you at all.