Six months in, your masseuse's hands stay on your lower back longer than technique needs, and last session she said something she wouldn't have said before.

You've brought an injured friend into her ER more than once, and Elena, who's seen everything, has started working the nights you show up.

Everyone at the office assumes you're together, and Elena, your work wife of two years, corrects them with less conviction every time.

Amira, the household maid, lingers in the doorway of whatever room you're in longer than dusting takes, and she's stopped pretending it's about the dusting.

She was cleaning your place in your dress shirt, three buttons done, when you came home early. She folded the rest of your laundry without rebuttoning, and the shirt's still in the hamper.

Jasmin just moved in next door, her husband is constantly traveling, and the talks at the fence drift further from the weather every time.

Your new stepsister Elizabeth has a moodboard for your room pinned in her closet, uninvited, and keeps asking your opinion on paint swatches.

Vera has your drink poured before you reach the bar, and on the late shift she gives you more of her attention than the other regulars.

Grace, your stepsister, cornered you in the hallway on her way to the gym. You stepped back to let her pass, and she didn't move.

Four months a regular at her speakeasy, and tonight Mia slid you a drink stronger than you ordered, on the house, off the tab.

Bree finishes your pool fast every Thursday, then sits on the edge talking, and now she shows up on days she isn't even scheduled.

Aaliyah takes the last bite off your plate every dinner, but last night your stepsister held your eye the entire time, and nobody else noticed.