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The orange sun was bleeding into the Mediterranean when Marcus suggested padel. 'One last match,' he said, though we both knew what he meant. One last chance to pretend we weren't ...
Maya hadn't seen Lila in three years, not since the wedding where Lila had stood as maid of honor while secretly sleeping with the groom. The invitation to Lila's new penthouse had...
I should have known when the cable went slack. We'd been working on the installation for three weeks, me and Miller, suspended in that harness hanging from the cathedral ceiling. ...
The padel court glass steamed in the August heat. Carlos served the ball, a wicked curve that clipped the line. Marcus didn't even try to return it. They'd been playing for forty m...
Maria stood by the infinity pool, the turquoise water blurring into the Pacific beyond. She'd chosen this resort for its isolation, hoping distance from David might clarify everyth...
The notification lit up the iPhone screen just as Elena's racquet made contact with the ball. A perfect forehand, the kind she'd been practicing for months, the kind that should ha...
The baseball game flickered on the breakroom television, another meaningless Tuesday in July. Mark sat alone with his sandwich, feeling like a zombie—three months since Sarah left,...
Martha smoothed the wide-brimmed hat over her silver hair, checking her reflection in the iPhone's black screen. Her mother's nursing facility smelled of antiseptic and overcooked ...
The hat was the first thing Marcus noticed when he walked into the ballroom—a fedora, really, sitting askew on the head of some junior accounts manager from Chicago. Who wears fedo...
The goldfish circled its bowl in endless laps, oblivious to the woman weeping on the couch. Elena had inherited it from Marcus, along with the apartment and the crushing knowledge ...
Your palm still holds the coin, sweat-slicked from three hours of gripping it like a lifeline. The bull market died yesterday, and you're still standing, somehow. Marcus was the o...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen it. She floated on her back, staring up at the Cairo sky where the moon hung heavy and pale. The water crad...