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The cat watched from the top of the refrigerator, luminous eyes judging. Maya couldn't blame her. The apartment was halfway to becoming an aquarium. The water had started at 3 AM—...
The hotel pool was empty at 2 AM, which was exactly why Elena chose it. She floated on her back, the chlorine stinging her eyes, thinking about how she'd spent the last decade of h...
Marcus sat by the resort pool at 4 AM, the water a perfect mirror of sky he couldn't sleep through. In four hours, Elena would drag him to the padel courts again, her laughter brig...
The corporate retreat had been Elena's idea—Dubai in April, because nothing says team bonding like sweating through your blazer at 40 degrees Celsius. She stood by the infinity poo...
Three goldfish had already floated to the surface of the bowl. Sarah stared at the fourth—a tangerine speck with a veil-like tail that drifted through the cloudy water like a forgo...
The fluorescent lights hummed their constant, headache-inducing frequency as Maria pushed her cart through the empty grocery store. It was 2 AM — the witching hour for the sleeples...
Elena adjusted the elastic band around her **hair**, the humidity in the underground garage already fraying her carefully blown-out layers. She'd been watching him for three weeks ...
The pool was empty at 6 AM, which was exactly why Elena chose this hour. Forty-two years old and somehow still surprised by her own capacity for self-betrayal. She'd told herself s...
The hotel pool shimmered with an artificial blue that made everything look staged, like a photograph from a life Marcia was supposed to have. She sat on a lounge chair in her swims...
Elena stood before the bathroom mirror at 3 AM, adjusting the black fedora she'd bought for the funeral. The hat sat too low on her forehead, casting her eyes in shadow — appropria...
The goldfish circled its bowl, endless laps in chlorinated silence. Elena watched it while Marcus slept beside her, his breathing rhythmic and untroubled. Three years of marriage, ...
Margaret stood before the fishtank, watching the solitary goldfish drift through its silent world. Three weeks after David's funeral, and she still couldn't bring herself to flush ...