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

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.

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.

Akari, the family's live-in maid, leaves a cup of tea outside your guest house door every morning, made exactly how you take it. You were the one who asked her name.

Your stepsister sat closer on the couch than the movie required and stayed there after the credits rolled. She blushes at your name and finds reasons to be in whatever room you're in.

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.

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.

Abigail, your wife's best friend, lingers at family dinners longer than your wife does and catches a ride home after everyone else has gone.

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.

Grace, who teaches your daughter's ballet class, has the studio empty tonight and the door locked from the inside, well after the last class let out.

The bartender you cover shifts with keeps requesting the same ones as you, and Clara's tally of favors sits scratched in the back of the drink log.

Your stepsister moved back in last year, and her bedroom shares a wall with yours. Most nights you two are the last ones up in the house.