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Marcus had become a zombie somewhere between the third floor cafeteria and his corner office. Not the walking dead kind—those were romantic, really—but the corporate variety: eyes ...
The coaxial cable lay tangled across Lena's apartment floor like a dead snake, a relic of her relationship with Marcus that she'd been meaning to coil and return for three months n...
Elena adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her eyes from the harsh California sun. The corporate retreat had been her husband's idea—something about networking and leveraging sy...
The **vitamin** supplements rattled in the morning organizer—D3, Omega-3, B-complex—a daily ritual of chemicals against mortality. Sarah had set them out before she left, her final...
The radio droned with the bottom of the ninth, some baseball game Elias didn't care about, but he kept it on anyway. Background noise. Something to fill the silence that had grown ...
The first flash of lightning turned the kitchen white, and in that brief illumination, Sarah saw what she'd been pretending not to see for months: Marcus's phone face-up on the cou...
Maya sat on the edge of the bathtub, scrolling through old photos on her iPhone, each swipe a fresh paper cut to the heart. There he was—Elias—grinning like he'd already figured ou...
Elena sat at the kitchen island, the fluorescent light casting a harsh orange glow over everything worth seeing. She was 34 now, and somehow the gray had started appearing at her t...
The padel court echoed with the sharp *thwack* of rubber against glass, a sound that had become the soundtrack to Sarah's Tuesday evenings. She'd taken up the sport after Mark left...
The faded blue cap sat on the empty seat beside him, a ghost of its former self. Ethan had found it while packing boxes two days ago—cleaning out his life in preparation for a move...
Sarah found herself running along the river at 5 AM, a ritual she'd begun after David left. The rhythm of her sneakers on pavement matched the cadence of her escape—escape from the...
The cat sat on Maya's desk, orange tail twitching with what looked suspiciously like judgment. It was her boss's cat—a rescue named Barnaby who roamed the open-plan office like he ...