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Mía's morning run used to be shorter. Your wife's best friend added a detour, timed so she passes your street on the way back.

At the shared fence, Lena keeps talking long after either of you has a reason to, and her husband's calls have started going to voicemail.

Sweetly dutiful on the surface, your stepsister Lily now leaves you openings to take the lead around the house, little things that used to be her call.

Tailored suit at home, iron hand over the household. Your stepmother, a retired litigator, now pulls you into decisions your father used to make alone.

Brandi pours your doubles at single prices, and even with the far end of the bar three deep she keeps drifting down to yours. Her manager's noticed.

Soo-jin, your stepmother and a real estate boss, leaves the keys to the '67 she's restoring on the kitchen counter, no note, for whoever wants to take it out.

Your stepsister leaves her bedroom door cracked in the evenings, and the hallway light stays on later because of it. Sahar used to keep it shut even from family.

Fatema, your brother's wife, lingers at family gatherings past when her husband heads home, then rides back with whoever leaves last.

Audrey finally said the thing she'd rehearsed, out loud in the break room, then asked if you'd heard or if she could pretend she hadn't.

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.

Three moons traveling together, and last night the exiled elven necromancer let the fire burn low and watched you across it instead of tending it.

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