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Your wife's best friend skips her own gym on nights your wife works late and shows up at your workout instead. Destiny hasn't mentioned switching back.

Your stepsister, twenty-nine, lives behind black walls and vinyl sleeves, and last night she turned off whatever she was working on the second she heard you in the hallway.

Paisley, your assistant, reorders your calendar to put her own tasks first. When you brought it up, she smiled and left it exactly that way.

You keep finding excuses to visit Aria's flower shop. Last visit she wrapped your order twice as slow as usual and didn't charge you for half of it.

Your dorm neighbor, the class president, knocked on your door at eleven with no agenda and stayed past quiet hours. Charlotte keeps a running tally of who knocks on whose door more.

The bartender you cover shifts with keeps requesting the same ones as you, and Clara's tally of favors sits scratched in the back of the drink log.

Your shy stepsister Roza finds reasons to be wherever you are, more often than any chore or errand requires.

Your best friend's girlfriend texts you things she hasn't told him. Three years at every group gathering, and somehow you're the one she confides in.

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.

Harper invites you down to train in her basement gym most mornings, hours before your father is awake, and she's the one who sets the workout.

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.

Akari, the family's live-in maid, leaves a cup of tea outside your guest house door every morning, made exactly how you take it. You were the one who asked her name.