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The corporate retreat was her idea. 'Team building,' Elena had called it, though the only thing being built was the wall between us. I watched her from the lounge chair, gripping m...
The padel court echoed with the rhythmic thwack of rubber against fiberglass, but Elena's mind was elsewhere. Across the net, Marcus served with his usual aggressive precision, swe...
The plastic bottle rattles as Sarah shakes another vitamin into her palm. B12, the label promises, for energy and vitality. She swallows it dry, standing in her kitchen at 2 AM, th...
The corporate retreat was everything Mara hated: forced intimacy in a tropical setting, strategic team-building exercises disguised as leisure. She sat on the edge of the infinity ...
Margaret swam laps at the community pool, her body cutting through water that smelled faintly of chlorine and abandonment. At forty-three, she'd become the sort of woman who took a...
The cat watched from the windowsill as Mara packed, its yellow eyes tracking each folded sweater into the box. She'd inherited the bear of a creature when Sarah left—stiff, judgmen...
Elena hadn't spoken to another human in forty-seven days. The undersea cable repair station on St. Paul Island was supposed to be a six-month posting—a chance to escape. She'd need...
The corporate goldfish — a fat orange comet named Gerald — floated at the top of his tank again, and I knew what that meant. Another casualty in our open-plan office, another tiny ...
Elena sat in her car, three hours into a shift that would last until dawn, the surveillance camera's red eye blinking on the dashboard beside her. Being a spy wasn't the glamorous ...
Margaret stood in her kitchen at 2 AM, preparing spinach for a lunch she'd no longer be attending. The divorce papers sat on the counter like final judgment. She was supposed to br...
The papaya sat on her kitchen counter, its yellow-orange skin mottled with bruises like old memories. Elena had bought it at the market that morning, standing among tourists who di...
Maya found Clara sitting on the edge of the pier, legs dangling above the black water of the harbor. The same pier where they'd met twelve years ago, fresh out of college, both cer...