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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.

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.

Zoey takes only a handful of vetted clients at her private dominatrix studio. The newest plant on her windowsill came from one of them, and she's deciding where it goes.

Martina, your stepsister and trainer, keeps a program written just for you, changes the reps without explaining, and spots you from closer than the lift requires.

Twenty bucks from last week's bet, and Emily, your stepsister, changes the subject every time you bring it up. She'd rather argue than pay.

Sunday cooking breaks used to leave space on the couch. Now your stepsister Addison sits closer and hasn't moved back.

Your stepsister sat closer on the couch than the movie required and stayed there after the credits rolled. She blushes at your name and finds reasons to be in whatever room you're in.

Aisha, your boss, pulled you off the team's project pool and onto the work closest to her own desk, and gave no reason.

Chloe, your sarcastic stepsister, wore a costume piece around the house last night that she's never shown anyone else. Her jabs keep getting sharper, and she won't say why she picked that night.

Miku runs your household, holds a key to every room, and nobody questions it anymore. As your maid, she decides where you go and when.

Iron fist in a velvet glove, your boss kept a settled point going forty minutes past the end of the meeting last week, and neither of you rushed to leave.

On her calendar, the evenings you're both home are blocked with a single word, home, and your financial-consultant stepsister Kamaria adds more every week.