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I wipe my sweating palms against my jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. It's ninety degrees and climbing, the kind of heat that makes you question every decision that led you...
Maya sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, gathering strands of hair from the brush. Gray hair, mostly—too much of it for thirty-four. She twisted them around her finger like a t...
The pool was empty at 6 AM—that was the point. Greg's iPhone sat on the bench, screen dark, a deliberate choice. No emails from Sarah's lawyer, no updates from the team he'd been l...
The goldfish died three weeks before Mark's wedding to a woman he'd known for six months—a woman who already hated his friends. "It's just a fish," Sarah said when I found her flu...
The goldfish circled his bowl, orange scales catching the last gray light of evening. Marcus watched it the way he used to watch Elena's iPhone screen when she'd leave it face up o...
The sphinx had been watching her for three thousand years, and Elena had the distinct impression it was judging her life choices. She stood before the limestone statue in the Briti...
I watched Elena from the shadows of my balcony, my eyes tracing the curve of her silhouette against the city's nocturnal glow. Three floors below, the apartment complex's swimming ...
The cable modem flashed its lonely little lights at 3 AM, a digital heartbeat in a room that had forgotten how to be quiet. Elena sat cross-legged on the floor of her almost-empty ...
The hotel bar overlooked Puget Sound, black water licking at the pilings below. Elena sat two stools down, twisting a wedding band around her finger. I'd been watching her for fort...
The water holds Elena like a lover who's learned the shape of her grief. Chlorine burns her throat, sharp and honest, unlike the lies she swallows every day at dinner. She swims la...
The papaya sat untouched on her tray, its flesh the color of a bruised sunset. Elena watched it oxidize, brown spots blooming like time-lapse photography of decay. Gate 42. The ann...
The marriott pool shimmered with artificial blue, that impossible chlorine color that exists nowhere in nature. Elena had been watching it for six hours, nursing a drink she'd fini...