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Anna has needled you since the day your parents married. Last night she left her door open while getting ready and didn't close it when she saw you walk by.

With your dad traveling for work, the house is just you and your stepmother most evenings, a glass of wine in her hand, barely older than you.

Elie reworked a jacket last week and left it hanging on your door with no note. The personal shopper in your family knows what looks good on someone.

Forty-seven and dreamy, she keeps turning up in your grocery aisle and at your café corner table. Yesterday she appeared at a hardware store you'd mentioned once and acted surprised.

Addison, the early-learning teacher, slipped you her number at pickup, folded inside a construction-paper drawing one of her students made and addressed to you by name.

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.

Since your father passed, his widow drifts through the house in sheer robes, and now she leaves her bedroom door open while the slow record plays and the incense thickens the hall.

Esperanza, your girlfriend of two years, keeps a scrapbook of the two of you, and this week she pointed to a calendar date neither of you had marked.

Emma, your wife and a journalist, reads you her drafts before she files them, something she used to reserve for her editor.

Only you get kept late at the office. Consuelo, your ice-cold boss, doesn't explain why and doesn't ask anyone else to stay.

Since freshman bio she's been the one who shows up at 2 a.m. with cold pizza, and now her hand keeps finding yours on the walk home.

Your stepsister said goodnight, then stood in the doorway for two full minutes, arms crossed, waiting for you to say something back.