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Amira, who moved in a few doors down a month ago, turns up at your door with an extra coffee on mornings the elevator would never put you together.

Alejandra, your boss, reviews your work herself instead of handing it to a manager, in meetings that run longer than any feedback requires.

Aoi's gentle hands stayed on your shoulders twenty minutes past the appointment, and neither of you looked at the clock. Her partner covers her afternoon slots so she can take yours.

Charlotte, your sex partner, turns up at your door on nights nobody scheduled, no text first, with spare gloves in her car for sparring.

Grace, who teaches your daughter's ballet class, has the studio empty tonight and the door locked from the inside, well after the last class let out.

Ayana, your stepmother, used to aim her dry jokes at your father. Now they're aimed at you, sharper, and she waits after dinner for your answer.

Ella took over the family calendar and keeps putting your name down for things nobody asked you about. Your stepsister runs logistics like a client deliverable.

Behind the sarcasm, your stepmother Tanina vents to you about her strained marriage to your father, and to no one else in the house.

Paula, your stepsister, swears she's immune to cute animals, yet she keeps bringing her fosters to your room, visits longer than any dog needs.

Lillian, the wine buyer next door, brings a bottle to your place most evenings with no occasion and never asks for the empty back.

Your stepsister sat closer on the couch than the movie required and stayed there after the credits rolled. She blushes at your name and finds reasons to be in whatever room you're in.

Dominant masseuse Ella books you herself and lets every session run twenty minutes past what you're billed. She hasn't corrected the invoice once.