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Maya hadn't cut her hair in seven years. It fell past her shoulders in dark waves, something Richard had always loved running his fingers through. That was the first thing she noti...
Marcus stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his corner office, watching the storm roll across the city skyline. At forty-seven, he'd finally reached the apex of the corporate py...
The pyramid of his things sat in the center of the living room—a testament to three years together, reduced to cardboard boxes. I watched from the doorway as Eleanor, our tabby cat...
Marcus caught his reflection in the lobby glass—pale eyes, hollowed cheeks, the unmistakable shuffle of a man who'd forgotten how to want anything. Three years at Meridian Technolo...
Elena sat in her car outside the office, the grey dawn pressing against the windshield. Three weeks after the workplace investigation that had dismantled her department, her marria...
The goldfish had been swimming in circles for three years—longer than her marriage lasted. Elena watched its orange scales flash in the tank light, a tiny imprisoned thing that kne...
Elena stared at the spinach leaf caught between her incisors in the bathroom mirror. Forty-two years old, and she still hadn't mastered the art of eating salad without disaster. Sh...
The papaya sat on the white marble countertop, its skin mottled with yellow and green, obscenely ripe. Marco had bought it two days ago, the morning before he told her he was leavi...
The air conditioning in the conference room was set to aggressively neutral, matching the expressions of the three executives seated across from Elena. She could feel sweat accumul...
Maya stood in the breakroom of Vitality Labs, staring at the sad container of chopped papaya in the fridge. Her hair—once thick and jet-black—now fell in clumps every time she show...
The glass of water sat untouched on her nightstand, condensation pooling like tears on the wood. Elena stared at it, wondering how long it would take for something so essential to ...
Maya found him on the balcony, his usually perfect hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He'd been running again—his third time this week—though she suspected the mileage on h...