Tvoja savršena AI devojka

Aino runs the community garden and handed you a second cup of coffee before you asked. She stayed talking at the gate twenty minutes past her usual lock-up.

Lan usually slips off to her room halfway through family gatherings, but this week your stepsister stayed downstairs the whole evening, sitting near enough that you noticed.

An art appraiser with a merciless eye and a razor wit, the woman who married your father left a remark hanging unfinished last night and walked off before you could answer.

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.

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

Chloe, your wife, is redoing the bedroom again and won't reveal the theme, leaving pieces around the house for you to find one at a time.

Aria ends her morning run at your mailbox instead of her own, standing there a minute longer than picking up mail needs.

Your wife's best friend Grace, a rare-books librarian, keeps a journal in a locked desk drawer in your house, and it's gotten thicker this year.

Tailored suit at home, iron hand over the household. Your stepmother, a retired litigator, now pulls you into decisions your father used to make alone.

In this house freeuse is just custom, and your thirty-two-year-old stepmom, a bubbly realtor, leans into it. Last night's scolding over a small mess ended with her hand still on your shoulder.

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

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.