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Elena hadn't felt like herself since the layoffs—not since David moved out and she started sleeping in the guest room with the door slightly ajar, as if waiting for something to re...
The cat hated the carrying case. Marco could feel the weight of Barnaby's judgment through the mesh as he lugged the carrier toward the padel courts—Elena's request, of course. "Ju...
The padel court smelled of sweat and desperation. Marcus slammed the ball against the glass wall, the *thwack* echoing like a gunshot. His partner—some twenty-something hotel guest...
Marcus stood in the doorway of his apartment, watching Elena pack. The cardboard boxes had multiplied like invasive species overnight. Three years together, reduced to tape and car...
Margot swallowed her vitamin D supplement with lukewarm coffee and stared at the organizational chart on her office wall. The pyramid—her boss called it that, as if wrapping corpor...
Elena's fingers trembled as she pressed the iPhone against her ear, Mark's breathing heavy and distant through the speaker. 'I'm running late again,' he said, the same excuse he'd ...
Maria's feet struck the pavement in a rhythm that matched the thunder of her own heart. She'd been running for three years—ever since David left—and somehow the motion still felt l...
The goldfish circled its bowl for the forty-seventh time that evening, its orange scales catching the blue light from Marcus's iPhone screen. Sarah watched from the doorway of thei...
Elena had been running for three years when she finally stopped. Not literally running—her knees couldn't take that anymore—but the other kind. The constant motion, the new cities...
Elena smoothed the brim of her father's old fedora, the felt worn soft from decades of his head. She'd stolen it from his closet after the funeral—some small piece of him to carry ...
The pool water ripled with that artificial turquoise glow of hotel pools at twilight—chlorine and borrowed romance. Elena lay on a lounge chair, sunglasses on despite the hour, wat...
The dog—a golden retriever with greying muzzle—lay between them on the grass, head on paws, watching first Sarah then David with what Sarah imagined was judgment. Not that David wo...