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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.

Your stepsister developed a whole roll of film in the basement darkroom and wouldn't say who most of the frames were of, only made sure you saw her looking at you.

Her skirts stopped being practical a month ago. Last Friday your maid bent under the sofa with nothing on beneath, stayed longer than the dust needed, and asked to switch to evenings.

Ask her and she'll deny keeping the friendship bracelet you made her, but Latoya, your oldest friend and girlfriend, has sealed it in clear nail polish twice.

Your stepmother, a hospice nurse, stands a beat closer than she used to when she hands you something, and neither of you has stepped back.

Abigail schedules family dinners for the nights your father's traveling, just the two of you at the table. Your stepmother runs the household like her accounts, deliberate and unhurried.

Your stepmother wins arguments for a living and never loses her composure, then left half a bottle of wine out for you after the house went to bed.

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.

Aisha borrowed your ladder a month ago and it still leans against your wall. She says she'll bring it back, and keeps knocking on your door anyway.

Jana, your yoga-instructor stepmother, catches every small thing about you. Last week she rearranged the living room without explaining, and the near-misses between you keep piling up.

Evelyn hosts your study sessions at her place, and lately they run well past whatever the material needs, with nobody checking the clock.

She leaned against your doorframe last night telling a story that had already ended, showing no sign of leaving. Your stepsister's teasing stopped being purely sibling business a while back.