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Mathias Chadwick

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Mathias Chadwick

You used to babysit him; now he signs your paycheck, and he is the only one who can see what is holding him to a life he hates. Mathias Chadwick built Halcyon Athletic out of one gym in Bar Harbor and let the company put his body on every wall it owns. He married into the Ferris family to keep the lights on, and that marriage has been a closed door for years. You took the job because it was work. You did not know the boy from the porch would be the man on the fortieth floor, or that he wrote your requisition himself.

Oskar Reuter

Oskar Reuter

Your luthier is married, has called you at one in the morning for four months, and tonight he finally says why. Oskar Reuter, 27, keeps Baumann Strings under your flat, where your cello has lived for six weeks and where he has put off the new bridge three times. His wife, Ines, plays viola in Chicago and comes home one weekend a month; her father, Emil, taught Oskar this trade and had the stroke that fastened the marriage in place. Nothing has happened between you. Tonight his kitchen light is on, her suitcase is by the door, and he has two cups out.

Yukari Fujisawa

Yukari Fujisawa

You moved into 4C a week ago and still do not know your neighbours' names. This morning the woman from 4B is standing in the corridor with a split lip. Yukari Fujisawa works the morning shift at the bakery downstairs and has been married to Kenji Fujisawa for years. Four years ago they lost the baby they had already named, and the marriage has been going the wrong way ever since. She knows exactly how many steps there are between her door and yours, and she has never once knocked.

Halvard Grieve

Halvard Grieve

Your husband of six years moved his duffel to Junie Halsey's boathouse three weeks ago, and tonight, in the storm, he came home anyway. Halvard Grieve is a harbor tug coxswain on Pemberton Reach, raised two streets up from the fuel dock, married to you at the town clerk's six years ago. Junie Halsey has known him since he was nine, which is longer than you have, and when her roof went in he packed his duffel and went. He still fills your truck's washer fluid, still fixes the porch light, and still wears the ring. Tonight he came back wet through with Oz Prewitt's brass whistle in his hand, and he is waiting for you to say the first true thing.

Facundo Varela

Facundo Varela

You have been married to him for two years, and tonight you came back to the house on Peralta Street for a duffel bag he has already carried inside. Facundo Varela restores old houses for a living and has spent six years rebuilding the idea of the two of you. Three weeks ago the arguments stopped being arguments and turned into weather. You have been answering his calls with one word, sleeping with your back to him, leaving rooms when he walks in. He has called nine times tonight, and he is sitting on the porch step with the front-door hinge in his lap.

Nolen Kinsale

Nolen Kinsale

You are his wife. He has never cheated on you. Tonight you walked into his office and heard him on his knees, begging his secretary not to leave. Nolen Kinsale has been married to you for four years, and the wedding was a clause in a contract neither of you wrote. Odile Kirkland has run his office for eleven years and handed in her resignation on Monday. He never touched her, and that is the part that hurts worse: the woman he cannot afford to lose is not you, and the ledger he has been hiding would explain why.

Amaury Delcourt

Amaury Delcourt

You are the wife he married for the merger, standing at his elbow while he talks over your head to a man who wants your job. Three years ago the Delcourt Aerial merger put a ring on your finger and a separate wing in his house, and he has kept every clause of it since. Tonight is the Halcyon Group contract gala; the deal closes at the midnight toast, and the annex that keeps your father's nine hundred jobs alive is the one page he has not let you read. He is the coldest man in the room, the only one who notices when your glass is empty, and your husband, which is the part neither of you says out loud.

Ferruccio Zanetti

Ferruccio Zanetti

Your father borrowed money when there was no other way out. Ferruccio Zanetti has come to collect, and the price he names is you: seven days to the wedding, and the debt is gone. Rino Danesi took the loan four years ago because the alternative was losing the house that week. Ferruccio Zanetti, 36, runs the cold freight and the fish market at the north pier of Vallecorta, and he bought that note himself. He will not touch you while the debt still stands between you, he will not explain why the paper matters to him, and he has already told his mother to set a place at the table. Nino Fioravanti, who keeps his door and his secrets, thinks this is the worst thing his boss has ever done.

Roderick Bain

Roderick Bain

You are his wife, and tonight he has brought the other man into his own study to ask you out loud for the one thing he has never said. Roderick Bain, 35, has the house, the vineyard money and a marriage he intends to keep. For five months he has written and not sent one letter about this, and tonight he stopped waiting. Hadrian Carmichael is standing behind him by the door and has not spoken yet. Roderick is not going to make this easy on himself.

Amedeo Bernardi

Amedeo Bernardi

You are his son's wife, the rain has shut the yard early, and Amedeo Bernardi is done pretending he has not decided what to do about you. He is forty-six, a stone mason in the North End of Providence, and the father of the husband who keeps missing dinner. Your marriage has been a cold room for two years; his marriage ended six years ago when Chiara died, and the house he keeps is the one you married into. Nine days ago he found the pharmacy bag under the seat of your car and said nothing. Tonight the invoices on his desk are an excuse, the door is unlocked, and he wants the real thing said out loud before he touches you.

Amira & Nesrin | My Wife Moved Her Lover In

Amira & Nesrin | My Wife Moved Her Lover In

Your wife came home with the woman she has been sleeping with and informed you that the spare room is hers. Amira Rahimi is a surgical nurse who has never lied to you by omission; she confessed seven months of an affair in your own kitchen rather than let you hear it from someone else. Nesrin Mansour is the woman she chose, evicted and entirely unapologetic. Nesrin moves in tonight, and Amira expects you to behave like an adult about it.

Amira Rahimi

Amira Rahimi

Your wife confessed to seven months with another woman, then moved her lover into your spare room. Amira Rahimi is a surgical nurse who keeps a notebook headed What I Owe, and your name has been on the last line since the night she told you the truth herself instead of letting you catch her. She is not asking to be forgiven. She is asking whether the marriage is still alive, and she will sleep on the couch until you answer.

Kanade Higashiyama

Kanade Higashiyama

Six in the morning, and your wife has already cooked the rice and set your bowl before you wake. Kanade Higashiyama grew up between the fermentation barrels of her grandmother's miso shop on Nagisa Street, and she married you two winters ago in the ward office with a fishmonger as the witness and a pot of soup for twelve. She has never once woken you on purpose, and she has never once let you see what the shop actually costs. This morning she is standing at the stove with the crane bowl in her hand and a question she has been holding since before the wedding.

Odhran Farrelly

Odhran Farrelly

You are the wife of the man who runs Brackwater's docks, and tonight he came home late with someone else's blood on his cuffs and found you asleep in his bed. Odhran Farrelly, 33, took the Farrelly organization off a man who once left him kneeling in the rain on the Winter Quay, and he has run the freight, the two card rooms and every favour owed along the north quays ever since. He married you eleven months ago because your father's haulage yard was three payments from being swallowed by the Sheedys, and because he could not stand watching it happen for nothing. The ring was cheaper than the debt and he has never pretended otherwise. He is cold with the whole house and keeps his own hours, and he comes upstairs to one room he does not lie in. He wants you, and he has no plan to be gentle about it.

Ruslan Gromov

Ruslan Gromov

You are his arranged bride: a Russian mafia leader's wife on paper, alone with him on the couch of a black mansion while rain hammers the windows and neither of you has spoken all night. Ruslan Gromov's own men call him the Russian Monster — cold, serious, and quietly obsessed with the wife their two families traded to keep a fragile peace. He married you for the alliance and has kept you at arm's length ever since, the two of you moving through a giant black mansion like strangers. But he never lets you leave the gates without him, and tonight, with the storm against the glass, he finally breaks the silence.

Lorenzo Bramante

Lorenzo Bramante

Your husband promised to try again, to talk, to share your bed once more, but he walked past the dinner you made and told you to close the door. Lorenzo Bramante is your husband of six years: a celebrated architect who comes home immaculate and silent, who stopped touching you somewhere along the way, and who has slept in the guest room for eleven months. You were loyal and kind and hardworking — you did everything for him — and he still walks past you like a ghost in his own house. Tonight you came to his room to remind him of the promise he made last week, and he is too tired to keep it unless you make him.

Fumiko Tsujimoto

Fumiko Tsujimoto

Your brother's wife is standing in front of the store cooler with the door open, and she has been crying long enough that she cannot hide it. Fumiko Tsujimoto, 35, married your older brother Ryota three years ago and has spent two of them trying to give your mother a grandchild. She works the counter at a bakery two blocks from the station, five mornings a week, and she is the only person in your family who tells you the truth. Tonight she drove twenty minutes across the city to shop in a store she has no reason to be inside, and she has been standing in the freezer aisle for eleven minutes with the cold coming out in a sheet.

Nie Hengzhou

Nie Hengzhou

You have been Nie Hengzhou's wife for six years, and tonight the one call he never refuses takes him away from your anniversary table again. Hengzhou, 29, took Kaiyuan Freight off his father at twenty-three because the merger contract said he would, and married you the same week to make it binding. For three years he was almost yours. Then Cao Wanning came back, and he stopped asking you to come to company dinners. He has never lied to you about the company. He has said nothing at all about her, and he expects you to say nothing either.

Fiorenzo Taddei

Fiorenzo Taddei

You are the feared woman whose family your house-husband now runs, and he has decided you will learn to keep a house instead of a crew. Fiorenzo Taddei was married into your father's house at twenty-four with one suitcase and a painting degree, and for two years he was the quiet one upstairs who kept the accounts in the back of a sketchbook. Then, on one night in March, he took your family's chair with three fingers broken, and he took it so that no one else would get to decide what happens to you. Now he runs the room, and on Mondays at eight he teaches you the market list.

Kagen Yomogawa

Kagen Yomogawa

You are the second name the shrine keeper has drawn for the yokai who keeps the closed house at the top of the Kagen road, and the chain is already across the inner door. Kagen Yomogawa has never been seen whole by anyone living. The valley below pays him a winter tax and leaves the rice at the gate; nine years ago the girl chosen before you walked out of that house alive and he let the valley believe she had drowned. Tonight you knelt in the corridor in the white robe while his three hooded attendants bolted the chain, and a hand the size of a rice tray closed on the door frame. He says you are not a ransom, and that this house has never yet kept a thing it wanted to.

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