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Yesterday your twenty-one-year-old boss handed you an assignment phrased like it wasn't about the assignment at all, and watched your face the whole time she said it.

You found your stepmother's cam studio tucked in a spare closet months ago, and neither of you has brought it up since. Julie keeps it tidy and businesslike.

Your lover's lease comes up for renewal next month. Serene, a hospice nurse who has kept one houseplant alive for eleven years, hasn't said if she's staying.

Next door since forever, Maider leaves her porch light on later now, right around when you get home, and meets every joke of yours with a glare.

Your stepmother Ella rides at dawn and judges every man by how he sits a saddle. Last week she invited only you to watch her ride.

The quiet step-sister who watches the mail truck from the front blinds said, when you walked in this morning, "don't" and kept watching. She's asked if you'll be home Thursday at eleven.

Emi, your shy stepsister, keeps turning up in whatever room you're in, with no real reason and no explanation for what she needs there.

Your appointment is the last one on Akari's schedule most weeks, and she never seems in a hurry to end it.

Aisha, your wife's best friend, found you alone in the kitchen while the others sat in the living room and stayed ten minutes past the end of the conversation.

Aubrey's massage studio above the florist stopped being purely therapeutic long ago. Last session ran forty minutes over, and neither of you mentioned it at checkout.

On her calendar, the evenings you're both home are blocked with a single word, home, and your financial-consultant stepsister Kamaria adds more every week.

Natalie, your wife's twenty-seven-year-old daughter, acts like you're only her mother's husband, yet her sketchbook sits open on the kitchen table to the same page.