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The corporate retreat was Elena's idea of hell, which was ironic considering she'd suggested it. She stood on the balcony of her fourth-floor room at the Desert Palms Resort, stari...
Maya smoothed her hair for the third time, catching her reflection in the hotel ballroom's floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The charity gala was exactly the kind of corporate theater she'...
The apartment complex pool was empty at 2 AM, which was exactly how Mara liked it. She floated on her back, the water cradling her like a second womb, while lightning fractued the ...
Maya pressed her palm against the cold windowpane, feeling the vibration of the storm outside. The hotel room in Miami was silent except for the distant rumble of thunder and Marcu...
Elena ran her fingers through his hair in the bathroom mirror, watching him shave. Martin's gray-streaked curls had always comforted her—the way they fell over his forehead when he...
Marcus had been running from his marriage for six months before he actually started running. It began in a Hampton Inn in Tulsa, the kind of place that smells like chlorine and mi...
The vitamin D supplements sat on Maya's desk like a accusation. Three bottles, each from a different multilevel marketing company that Jessica had enthusiastically pushed during th...
Mara stood in the kitchen of her apartment, the one she'd shared with him for three years, watching water cascade into a glass. The sound was deafening in the silence that had sett...
The bull market had carried Marcus through three marriages, two bankruptcies, and a persistent suspicion that he was merely accumulating evidence of his own emptiness. At 47, stand...
The padel ball smacked against the glass wall, a sharp report that echoed Sarah's own fractured state. Forty-two and starting over, she'd taken up the sport at Marcos' insistence—h...
The pool water was cold enough to make my breath catch, but I kept swimming—lap after lap, cutting through the silence of three AM. This was the only time I could think clearly, wh...
Elena had become something of a spy in her own workplace. Not the glamorous kind with martinis and exotic locales—she was fifty-three, with recurring back pain and a mortgage that ...