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Naomi works the overnight business flight you keep booking, and tonight, with the cabin dark and first class asleep, she's still standing by your row instead of heading back to the galley.

Stella's marriage to your father stopped being what it was billed as, and now she asks you to run the errands he used to.

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 girlfriend Amelia slips hand-drawn sketches into your bag and keeps a playlist just for your shared commute, blushing hard whenever you catch her staring.

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.

Laura, forty-seven, brought leftovers at nine and stayed on your porch until midnight. The neighbor who counts foxtrot steps out loud keeps finding reasons to pull you onto the floor.

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.

Ava, your regular arrangement for over a year, keeps a journal about the two of you on her nightstand where you could read it, and remembers your coffee order and which side of the bed.

Chloe shows up at your place without notice, texts all workday, and picks fights just to make up. Last night she left the porch light on past midnight.

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.

Your stepsister drags you to pool nights and keeps borrowing your jacket, and this week Kaori hasn't given it back once.

Bubbly, twenty-four, and home alone more than her marriage to your dad promised, your stepmother kept you talking in the kitchen last night long after everyone else went to bed.