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Maya's third date with Leo was interrupted when his elderly **dog** chose that exact moment to vomit on her new boots. "Rex hates my dating life," Leo sighed, while Maya laughed —...
The sphinx in her courtyard had no nose, though Elena claimed she'd never noticed until Marcus pointed it out. They'd been drinking wine in the humidity of a Bangkok evening, both ...
The pool at the Oceanside Motor Court had been drained for years, its concrete basin collecting rainwater and dead leaves. Maria stood at its edge, phone in hand, the divorce lawye...
Maya had been a corporate zombie for three years when she found herself at eleventhirty on a Tuesday, standing in the center of her office, staring at a ficus that seemed to be jud...
Six months after Maya's funeral, I found myself running the same route we used to take together—past the old coffee shop where she'd spill latte foam on her blouse laughing, throug...
The resort in Cancun was exactly the kind of place Elena swore she'd never return to — all-inclusive drinks and pyramid schemes of happiness sold to people who didn't know they wer...
The pool glowed like a bruised moon behind the resort, its water unnaturally still. Elena stood at the edge, her third martini warm in her hand, watching the ripples distort her re...
Elena stood before the mirror in her Cairo hotel room, running trembling fingers through graying hair she'd dyed dark for the conference. At forty-seven, she felt like a fraud—both...
Elena stood at the edge of the lake, watching the water stretch dark and endless before her. Three months after David's funeral, and she still couldn't breathe properly. The corpor...
The spinach wilted in the pan, exactly as it had the night he told her he loved her. Elena stood at the stove, watching the leaves collapse into themselves, dark and glistening, wh...
The strand of hair on his pillow wasn't mine. Mine was dark, straight. This was red, wild, curled like a question mark I didn't want to answer. I'd become everything I despised—a ...
Elena stared at the vitamin bottle on her counter, orange plastic glaring in the harsh kitchen light. Three months since David's funeral, and still she took them every morning—his ...