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The baseball sat suspended in that impossible twilight—fading light, fading season, fading everything. Marcus watched from the upper deck, plastic cup of flat beer sweating against...
Maya stared at the orange plastic bottle on the bathroom counter. The vitamin D supplements she'd bought for Julian—because his doctor said he needed them, because he always compla...
Maya stared at the org chart on her screen, a corporate pyramid that had somehow grown another layer while she slept. At forty-two, she'd become invisible—not quite young enough to...
The kitchen table was covered in that awful legal-yellow notepad paper, lists of things neither of them wanted but both were too exhausted to fight about anymore. Sarah watched Mar...
The divorce papers sat on the kitchen counter like a riddle I couldn't solve. Mary had left three weeks ago, taking the good towels and leaving me with this house, this mortgage, a...
The padel ball hit the wall with a hollow thud, echoing Thomas's own hollowness. At 38, he'd designed three award-winning buildings, but couldn't design a way out of his loveless m...
Margot stood at the edge of the drained pool, her hotel key burning a hole in her palm. Three years since Richard's funeral, and still she'd come to this same motel in Tucson, same...
The fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects above Elena's cubicle. She'd been staring at the same spreadsheet for three hours, feeling exactly like what she'd become: a zombie...
The office holiday party was in full swing, the kind of event where too much alcohol meets too many unspoken feelings. Elena stood by the buffet table, nursing her third drink, whe...
The lightning strike had been the only warning. Elena had been watching him from across the padel court for three weeks, her camera lens disguised as a water bottle, her reports ty...
Clara adjusted the brim of her hat, a wide ridiculous thing she'd bought to hide from cameras, from questions, from herself. The charity gala roared behind her — champagne flutes a...
The water pressed against the submarine window, three miles down, where the fiber-optic cable lay severed like a broken promise. Elena had been descending for hours, her body cramp...