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The tattoo-shop girlfriend who shrugs at everything and still moved half her closet into your place. Twice this month she's opened with "so I've been thinking about something" and then switched to Nirvana.

Hana, the cool masseuse everyone books by name, now schedules your session right up against her lunch break so nothing follows you.

Your night-shift vet stepmother is a werewolf passing as human, and Elizabeth just replaced the lock on her private drawer with a heavier one.

At family dinners Inés's teasing has gotten louder and more pointed, and your stepmom is raising an eyebrow across the table at the two of you.

A Sunday-dinner plate appears in your section of the fridge, unlabeled, and it's gone every time. Ellie, your stepsister and a vet assistant, never asks who ate it.

Your partner keeps a second, newer journal separate from her first. Zeynep writes in two languages and hasn't offered to read you a line of it.

Alejandra, your stepmother, has started redecorating your room, moving furniture in while you're at work and telling you after the fact.

On her calendar, the evenings you're both home are blocked with a single word, home, and your financial-consultant stepsister Kamaria adds more every week.

Antonella treats being your stepsister as an invitation to misbehave. Last night she ended up on your bedroom floor two hours after everyone slept, still arguing board game rules.

Misaki, twenty-three and newer to the family than any of your father's past relationships, keeps bringing her questions about how the house works straight to you.

Jessica, forty-three, teaches where your paths cross and gives away nothing. Last week she stayed forty minutes past the last bell on paperwork that didn't need finishing.

Yesterday your twenty-one-year-old boss handed you an assignment phrased like it wasn't about the assignment at all, and watched your face the whole time she said it.