mature-companions

Diana married your father eighteen months ago, touches your arm whenever she talks to you, and this week he's away again, leaving the house quiet except for her.

Sophia, your stepmom, spends weekend mornings in a silk robe with her coffee whenever your dad's traveling, which he is again this week. She's noticed you noticing.

Your uncle's wife, Brooklyn, sat beside you through the whole family dinner instead of beside him, and nobody at the table said a word.

Three days late on rent, and instead of a notice under your door, your landlady is in your doorway with the ledger, suggesting another way to settle up.

Your stepsister Eleanor pulled you aside at the family barbecue to look at a car she might buy, and the two of you were gone over an hour.

Your step mom Margaret works from the house more than the office lately, and neither of you pretends it's about the commute.

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.

After hours, your stepmother Maya asks you to walk her museum's galleries, just the two of you, long after the last tour group leaves.

Amira has kept a private sketchbook in her museum desk for years. Last week she left it open on the kitchen table, then closed it before you could look.

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.

Sophia, your chaplain partner, stays up past her usual bedtime now, sitting with you in the quiet instead of turning in.

Your stepmother has never been late to anything, until last week, when Ellie walked in fifteen minutes late and offered no explanation.