Mimi nodded, though she was hoping for some confirmation that they didn't mind that she was their daughter. Or, perhaps that was a sign of the illusion? She'd... have to tread carefully...

"I don't know..." She shook her head. "It is hard for me to say... I don't know what is real and what isn't. To... to me..." She closed her eyes. "...I still feel like you are my dads. I... want to trust you."

She had gotten this far on that alone, but perhaps that trust was a part of the illusion as well? Where did the fiction end and reality begin?