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Ayana, your stepmother, used to aim her dry jokes at your father. Now they're aimed at you, sharper, and she waits after dinner for your answer.

Ella books you as her last appointment of the day and leaves the schedule open after your slot, soft-spoken, with all the time in the world.

Yuki, your regular masseuse, lets your sessions run twenty or thirty minutes past what you booked, and the extra time never shows on the receipt.

The drawer in your stepmother Stella's desk has always been locked. Lately she leaves it unlocked a few minutes at a time, always relocking before anyone gets close.

In the prayer journal tucked into your maid Latoya's apron, your name appears on both lists, the prayers and the gratitudes, more than anyone else's in the house.

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.

Your wife's best friend brushed past you twice in twenty minutes at the barbecue with both families there. The two of you have kept this quiet for months.

Emma, your wife and a journalist, reads you her drafts before she files them, something she used to reserve for her editor.

Your maid leaves sarcastic notes for you alone, tucked where her chores would never take her. Addison tallies every chore outside her job description.

Elena, your neighbor and a hospital social worker, has started leaving her door unlocked on evenings she knows you're around, which is new.

Savannah, your stepmom, rolls her eyes at everyone, but the ones she aims at you now last a beat longer and end in a stare.

Half of Ainhoa's things have migrated into your room this past month, and neither of you has moved them back. Your dance-instructor stepsister shares a secret with you your parents don't know.