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The baseball diamond had been his sanctuary for thirty years, but now it just reminded David of everything he'd lost. He sat in the empty dugout, the dirt still fresh from last nig...
The vitamin sat on her nightstand, a yellow obelisk of failed promises. Elena stared at it during the grey hour before dawn, when Marcus was already gone for his morning run. He'd ...
Elena found her mother's sphinx statue on the windowsill, its ceramic face cracked down the middle—just like everything else in this house. "Are you going to sell it?" her brother ...
The playoffs were on the bar television, but Marcus couldn't focus. His hands were shaking, just slightly, as he tore at the spinach leaves in his salad. He'd ordered it because Ra...
The black pyramid of the Luxor rose against the desert sky like an ancient wound cut into modern Vegas. Elena swam laps in the empty pool, her arms cutting through water that felt ...
The bull in him—that stubborn, immovable certainty—had been what first attracted Elena to Marcus. Now, sitting by the pool in the humid July twilight, watching him swirl whiskey in...
Marcus stood before the aquarium, watching the orange goldfish trace endless circles in its glass prison. Elena had bought it last month, something about companionship during her e...
Marcus sat alone at the edge of the infinity pool, his martini sweating onto the ceramic tiles. Below, three orange goldfish navigated the artificial currents, their mouths opening...
The sky behind the padel club turned that peculiar shade of orange that only comes before a violent storm. Marcus sat alone on the bench, his racket resting against his knee like a...
The water in the hotel pool shimmered like liquid mercury under the desert moon. Elena sat at the edge, waiting. She'd been a corporate spy for fifteen years. Her hair, once jet b...
Margaret stirred the spinach wilting in her grandmother's cast-iron skillet, the microwave dinner silent beside it. Another evening alone, another meal that tasted less like food a...
The cat had been missing for three days when Elena found the crumpled receipt in David's coat pocket. Dinner for two at La Trattoria. Wine she didn't drink. A spinach appetizer he ...