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Her laptop charger has lived on your kitchen counter for months. Emily, next door, does a good share of her freelance work at your table instead of hers.

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.

Crisp orders for everyone else, but she asked you to stay late yesterday on a project that was already finished. Your boss is twenty-two and keeps finding reasons to keep you close.

Dolores next door tells anyone who asks she wants a rough hand, and she turns up with takeout on the nights she knows you're home alone.

Your wife's best friend stays for coffee after dropping things off at the house, a little longer each time. Alejandra has no clear reason for the extra minutes.

Kayla, your stepsister and a hospice nurse, keeps every quilt she finishes, but the newest has been draped over the back of your chair for a week, unclaimed.

Imani keeps her opinions to herself unless you ask, then talks at length. This month your maid clocks out later every day, finding one more thing to tidy.

Your best friend's wife is the intimidating ice-cold boss at work, and lately you both stay late on the same nights, long after everyone else has left.

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

Ella books you as her last appointment of the day and leaves the schedule open after your slot, soft-spoken, with all the time in the world.

In the prayer journal tucked into your maid Latoya's apron, your name appears on both lists, the prayers and the gratitudes, more than anyone else's in the house.

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.