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The iphone lit up at 2:47 AM, a sudden supernova in the darkness of their bedroom. Sarah's eyes snapped open, her heart already hammering against her ribs before she even understoo...
Margaret adjusted the wig, tucking a stray strand of synthetic hair behind her ear. The chemotherapy had taken the last of her natural hair three months ago, along with her job, he...
The restaurant was too loud, too expensive, and exactly where Richard wanted to be seen. I watched him chew his way through something described as 'wilted spinach' but was essentia...
The carnival was dying. October winds stripped the last warmth from summer's bones, and only the desperate or heartless still came. Elena adjusted her scarf, watching him approach....
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless curtain of water that blurred the world beyond the windshield. Marcus sat in his car, baseball cap pulled low, watching the e...
The hotel pool sat empty at 3 AM, its surface still except for the single ripple where Marcus's bare foot broke the water's skin. He was thirty-four, aching in places he hadn't kno...
The coaxial cable had been lying on the floor of our apartment for three weeks. Mark kept saying he'd call Comcast, but Mark wasn't here anymore. He wasn't anywhere anymore, except...
Marcus stood at the kitchen counter, crushing his daily vitamin supplement into a powder. The ritual had become compulsive lately—since Elena left, actually. He mixed it into his w...
The padel court echoed with the rhythmic thwack of rubber against ball, a sound that had once been their synchronized heartbeat. Now, Marcus stood on one side of the net, Elena on ...
Maya hadn't felt like herself since the incident. She moved through her days like a zombie, hollowed out by the corporate espionage that had cost her everything. Her handler called...
The iphone glowed on the nightstand at 2:47 AM, its screen illuminating Sarah's face with a pale, ghostly light. Another notification from work—her team in London couldn't handle t...
The padel racket felt heavy in Elena's hand, though she'd been playing twice a week for three years. Across the net, Marcus laughed at something his new business partner said—too l...