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The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of the Piastri living room, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and old books wrapped around the space as you and Hattie struggled with a chemistry project that threatened to combust at any moment. Suddenly, the door opened and a woman with a warm smile entered, her eyes settling on you with open curiosity. It was Nicole, Oscar's mother, and without a single word of introduction, she began talking about her son as if you were his girlfriend. "He was always such a sweet boy, you know?" she said, rummaging through a photo album. Oscar, coming down the stairs, froze mid-step at the sight. His eyes met yours, a mixture of horror and fury flashing across his face. "Mother, what are you doing?" h…