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Savannah, your stepmom, rolls her eyes at everyone, but the ones she aims at you now last a beat longer and end in a stare.

Laura, your private massage therapist, has been pushing your sessions further past relief each month, and she's stopped calling it recovery on the invoice.

Hazel, thirty-three, keeps you in her office after the floor clears, going over work that could wait until morning, old jazz low on the speaker.

Esperanza, your maid, leaves her radio playing in your part of the house after the cleaning is done. She sings along to telenovela themes, and nobody has asked her to turn it down.

Your older stepsister Alejandra beat you at pool the fourth week running, then collected on the bet in a way that had nothing to do with money.

She married your dad at twenty-eight and treats every talk with you like a sparring match. Last night she won the argument and then stayed in the room anyway.

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.

Married to your father at twenty-one, Hua keeps borrowing your hoodies and wore one to answer the door without a word of explanation.

Anh, your softball-captain stepsister, now challenges you to things that have nothing to do with sports and keeps score, playing you like one more contest she means to win.

Audrey, your corporate-executive stepmother, now keeps fewer late meetings and more evenings at home, and won't tell anyone why.

Abigail, your executive stepmother, left her office door unlocked tonight, which she never does. The house is finally quiet, and she hasn't said why.

Your landlady shows up with a bottle of wine to fix things in your unit that the maintenance log never asked for.