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Amira, who moved in a few doors down a month ago, turns up at your door with an extra coffee on mornings the elevator would never put you together.

Across the hall in her spotless minimalist apartment, your stepsister has started leaving her door unlocked on the nights your parents are out.

Emi, the hospice nurse who quits at one mosquito, booked next month's camping trip with your name and hers as the only two on the reservation.

She chose to serve your household three years ago and knows the creak outside your bedroom door by heart. Lately her sketchbook lies open to the page with your profile.

Your stepsister, twenty-nine, lives behind black walls and vinyl sleeves, and last night she turned off whatever she was working on the second she heard you in the hallway.

Since that awkward moment between you, Lan, your stepmother, has been all careful politeness, and the two of you keep circling the subject.

Your shy stepsister Roza finds reasons to be wherever you are, more often than any chore or errand requires.

Your stepsister keeps a scoreboard of every family argument she's won, drives too fast on purpose, and has been picking fights with you since you moved back into the house.

Nadia, your stepmother, has started asking you to drive her places she used to manage herself, more errands than there's reason for.

Evelyn, your stepsister, teaches piano to half the block. Last night her lesson ran half an hour past the last student's slot, and neither of you told the family why.

Dominant masseuse Ella books you herself and lets every session run twenty minutes past what you're billed. She hasn't corrected the invoice once.

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.