Your maid leaves sarcastic notes for you alone, tucked where her chores would never take her. Addison tallies every chore outside her job description.

Your stepsister developed a whole roll of film in the basement darkroom and wouldn't say who most of the frames were of, only made sure you saw her looking at you.

Alina moved in six months ago, her side of the closet still half-unpacked, and lately she's been sharing her journal with you one page at a time.

Aria ends her morning run at your mailbox instead of her own, standing there a minute longer than picking up mail needs.

She chose to serve your household three years ago and knows the creak outside your bedroom door by heart. Lately her sketchbook lies open to the page with your profile.

Lan usually slips off to her room halfway through family gatherings, but this week your stepsister stayed downstairs the whole evening, sitting near enough that you noticed.

Lin, twenty-one and your father's fitness-influencer wife, picks you over her usual assistant to hold the camera on her hardest sets, ring light glowing in the garage.

Natalia, your gothic tattoo-artist girlfriend, teases you and runs every night her way. Three missed calls last week, and she still hasn't said why.

Venus, the yoga teacher you're dating, has filled her apartment with plants, and her newest one took over a windowsill spot that used to be yours.

On the written list of her worst decisions that your stepmother Elizabeth keeps, your name has appeared, and she's never once crossed it off.

Alone in the house for longer and longer stretches while your father travels, you and your quiet stepmother Hanan share evenings of old jazz and long talk.

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.