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Elena sat in her car, the engine idling as she watched the fox trot across the parking lot of NutriCorp headquarters. The animal moved with that casual disregard only creatures una...
Marissa watched the fox from her kitchen window, her breath fogging the glass. It moved through their suburban yard with liquid grace, untethered and impossible, a rust-colored gho...
The corporate break room fluorescents hummed, casting that sickly **orange** glow that made everyone look like they hadn't slept in weeks. Maria stared at her hand, tracing the **p...
The neon sign above her booth flickered—MADAME ZORA, PALM READER—its hum competing with the distant roar of baseball fans from the stadium across the river. Elena hadn't seen Cassi...
The goldfish had survived Marcus better than Elena had. Three months after the funeral, it still swam lazy circles in its bowl on her windowsill, orange scales catching morning lig...
Eleanor watched Marcus across the dinner table, his laughter too loud, his hand resting too long on Camilla's forearm. The fox in the room wasn't the one outside digging through ga...
The vitamin C supplement sat on her tongue like a bitter secret—her third of the day, as if orange powder could reverse the damage of fourteen years watching and waiting. Elena swa...
The cat watched me through the window as I packed my life into cardboard boxes. Stray, like me. It had been three months since I'd walked away from the Agency—the kind of resignati...
The pool at the Monte Carlo was a perfect rectangle of impossible blue, the kind that exists only in postcards and expensive lies. Elena sat at the edge, legs dangling in water tha...
The goldfish hovered near the glass edge, its orange scales catching the late afternoon light. Emma stared at it, remembering how Jake had brought it home last August—some romantic...
The cat was the first to notice. Barnaby, our tabby with a patch over his left eye like a tiny pirate, stopped greeting Marco at the door. Animals sense these things before we do. ...
The fox appeared at dusk, just as the hotel pool closed. A lean red vixen with one ear chewed raw, padding along the property line like she owned the place. "Should call security,...