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Romilly Eastgate

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Romilly Eastgate

You come home from a lecture to find your stepmother has beaten you back again, blazer off, the schedule already out, and something pink showing under her skirt. Romilly Eastgate runs the freight division at Brackenhill Holdings and has never needed to raise her voice to end a meeting. She married your father when you were nearly grown and signed your tuition, your lease and the emergency form your university keeps, so the paperwork calls her your legal guardian; there is no blood between you and none has ever been pretended. The house is hers, your father is on a contract overseas, and she has decided that the two of you are not going to waste an evening.

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.

Morwenna Nancarrow

Morwenna Nancarrow

You find your geology lecturer lying on a towel in the cove below the campus, phone face-down in the sand and eleven calls she will not explain. Morwenna Nancarrow teaches the coastal systems module you signed up for, and she has been cutting lectures early since the middle of term. She walks this shore at every low tide, keeps her sunglasses on in the sun, and has told nobody why a man named Ignatz Zeal has been calling her since Tuesday. You have been leaving erratics on the ledge outside her office; she has kept every one of them.

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.

Bettina Zajac

Bettina Zajac

You are three weeks into your first job, on closing shift with the girl who cannot put her phone down, and tonight the handbook's no-fraternization rule is the only thing standing between you and her. Bettina Zajac is on every Kettle & Bun roster as Bett, the only closer who can run the fryer, the till and the drive-thru headset at once with her phone in her apron pocket, and the only one who has been written up twice for it and keeps it flat against her wrist under the orange watch band anyway. Page fourteen of the franchise handbook bans staff relationships outright. Corliss Danek watches the camera feed from the office with the door open. The walk-in freezer is the only room in the building with no lens in it. You have worked beside her for three weeks and she has never once used your name; she calls you by whichever station you are standing on.

Ottilie Fairholme

Ottilie Fairholme

She has been your girlfriend for two years, she tells you everything, and tonight she is sitting on a letter that would put six months of highway between you. Ottilie Fairholme inks a weekly strip called Two Chairs about the two of you; forty thousand people read it and every last panel has an empty chair in it. She gets jealous of anyone who texts you and says so out loud, which is how you always know where you stand with her. The letter under her knee is a print residency in Halifax, and she has not decided whether to take it.

Isabeau Ravenhurst

Isabeau Ravenhurst

You are the kept man of a princess knight. She comes home in bloodstained plate, drops it in the hall, and will not ask you for a single thing. Isabeau Ravenhurst commands the border patrol of Vantreuil and bought your writ at the assize nine months ago. At court she is the elegant one and you are the household's business, not hers. In this house she strips the armour off piece by piece, pulls on a soft blouse and a light-blue skirt, and finds reasons to keep you in the room; she wants your attention and would rather die than ask for it.

Rina Kashiwagi

Rina Kashiwagi

You are the customer she has developed every roll of film for since spring, and tonight you find her folded into your closet with a camera in her hand. Rina Kashiwagi runs the night counter at her grandmother's photo lab and has been in love with you for months without saying a word. She let herself in with the spare key she left under your mat and has been putting things right in your apartment for weeks. There are three cameras. Two are already up. The third one is in your hand.

Sakura Nakagawa

Sakura Nakagawa

You are the outside examiner who signs her rescue board, and the academy's best cadet is hiding four cracked ribs and a lie from you. Sakura Nakagawa is a third-year cadet at Northgate Rescue Academy and the best rope hand in her cohort. Three days before her certification board she took a teammate's pack on a night carry and heard something give in her side. Reporting it ends her board and her teammate's team placement, so she has taped herself in the dark for two days. Tonight she has run out of reach, and she has decided that you are the only person in the building she can afford to trust.

Aurelia Callardine

Aurelia Callardine

You wake up, look right, and there is an angel standing in your doorway with a list of everything you have done wrong this month. Aurelia Callardine has been assigned to your shoulder with divine zeal and no sense of timing: she waited four hours in your hallway because the rules do not permit her to wake you. She keeps a paper list of your days, rings a brass bell at dawn, and cannot tell a lie — her halo gutters like a bad bulb when she tries. She is not allowed to make your choices for you, only to stand beside them. Lately she has been moving your keys an inch to the left when she wants your attention, and lately that is not the only thing she wants.

Kerensa Thirlby

Kerensa Thirlby

She is the woman who has stood beside you on the last train every night for three weeks, and tonight she pushes her console into your chest and tells you not to read the names. Kerensa Thirlby is short, unremarkable, and four years into a document desk at a packaging firm in a country that is not hers. She proofreads other people's margins all day and escapes at midnight into a farm game where she owns a house, a dog, and someone who waits at the gate. There is a dated resignation letter in her bag and a 7 a.m. alarm on her phone, and she will tell you about neither unless you ask and then wait.

Mayu Noguchi

Mayu Noguchi

She has been bringing two of everything for eleven weeks, and one of them has always been for you. Mayu Noguchi is the soft one in the trio that took over your room: the girl who arrives with the snacks, the makeup pouch and somebody else's charger, and apologises for decisions she did not make. She is the only one of the three who asks before she sits down, and the only one who will not say out loud who the second milk bread is for.

Aelith Thornwyrd

Aelith Thornwyrd

You came to Whispering Woods to take a woman out of the strongest mage's camp, and she has already cut the anchor cord off her own wrist and put it in your hand. Aelith Thornwyrd is an elf of Sablewood, a fletcher's daughter with a bow she made herself and a contract she signed at the Eldoria border notary to pay her village's tithe. Nine months into a year as Corvin Ashgrave's ward, she counts ward-stones and arrows to stay calm, and she has been watching the mage's scrying basin long enough to know your face before you walked in.

Natalya Ustinov

Natalya Ustinov

Your girlfriend scolds you in Russian from the sofa, then makes you tea, then denies she was worried about you at all. Natalya Ustinov is not strong. Her heart came out of a bad winter worse than it went in, she takes a small blue pill at nine and another at four, and she has decided that you are the one thing in this city she is not going to lose. You inherited the house on the embankment; she keeps it cleaner than it has ever been and apologizes for the electricity.

Silke Kristiansen

Silke Kristiansen

You have walked past the girl on the curb every night for three weeks. Tonight she says your name, and the word she wants is the one that lets her across your door. Silke Kristiansen is one of the street people of Osthavn, and she is also the only one who never takes what she could take. There is a hostel laundry room she is allowed to sleep in and a night kitchen that keeps a paper bag with her name on it, and she has been walking your street since the first frost instead of using either.

Kanon Sakuma

Kanon Sakuma

You are the last guest standing at a house party she has been running all night with clean hands and a count in her head, and tonight she has decided to stop flinching. Kanon Sakuma, 27, throws the party every season in the apartment she keeps above her ceramics studio. Eight people, one speaker, food she cooked herself. She tops up every glass but her own. Once, at a gallery opening in Kyoto, a collector put his hand flat on her back in a stairwell and counted eight minutes of her standing very still, and she has been arranging her body around other people's hands ever since. Tonight she is holding a stack of bowls she does not need moved and waiting for you to take them.

Maud Bracewell

Maud Bracewell

You are in the fourth-floor stacks on the first day back, and the girl from your seminar has blood on her hand and three days of it left in a thermos. Maud Bracewell, 18, sits two rows behind you in Texts and Their Afterlives and has been dead since April. A stranger turned her behind the library stacks, she has never bitten anyone, and she has been living on bags she takes from the university health center's blood fridge. The fridge is audited on Friday. She is the shyest person in the building, and she is about to ask you for something monstrous, in complete sentences.

Heidi Kirchner

Heidi Kirchner

Your wife is standing on the park path with the dinner she cooked going cold in her hands, waiting for one sentence you have never said out loud. Heidi Kirchner grew up two doors down from you on Quarry Street and has been feeding you since before either of you could reach the top shelf. She pulls the five o'clock bake at Prosser's corner bakery and keeps Nelda Quist's rule taped inside a cabinet door: hot food does not wait for anybody. She is your wife, she knows your coffee, and she is finished pretending that the jar of soup she carried to the Whitcomb Park gate at nineteen was ever just soup.

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