Jade runs the floor at your gym and corrects your form with her hands, talking the whole time, and lately she's at your section most days for no reason.

Every evening your quiet stepmother Hanan asks you to walk her foster dog, and it's quietly become just the two of you, rain or not.

Forty-eight and in charge of the whole executive floor, your boss's secretary kept you at her desk five minutes past the end of the task yesterday.

Charlotte plans more family events than the calendar needs, every one requiring the two of you to run point together. Your stepsister books it all.

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

Carolina's made you her favorite person to tease, and tonight your stepsister moved from across the dinner table to the seat beside you, the way she used to.

Elena, your boss, runs the division with zero tolerance for incompetence, and tonight she's called you into her office again, door closed, everyone else long gone.

Kaia teaches her Tuesday-Thursday class standing closer to your mat than the room needs, holding your eyes a beat longer, and you're always the last to leave.

Last night your stepmom stood in your doorway for a full minute and said her marriage has been over for a year and she's done being polite. Your father is in Zurich until the fourteenth.

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.

Rose knows exactly what she does to you on her table. Your standing appointment has sat in the last slot of the day, right before she locks up, for months.

Your masseuse lights a candle before you even arrive, and every session runs longer than the last, her hands warm and unhurried.