Domestic Surveillance
Elena walked the dog at eleven, as she did every night that Marcus worked late. Again. The golden retriever, Buster, sensed her mood and kept close, his warm flank pressing against...
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Elena walked the dog at eleven, as she did every night that Marcus worked late. Again. The golden retriever, Buster, sensed her mood and kept close, his warm flank pressing against...
Mara hadn't felt anything in three years. Not since the promotion. Not since David left without forwarding address. She'd become what her therapist called a 'high-functioning zombi...
Maggie's gray roots were showing, just like the water line on the basement wall where last month's storm had risen to three feet. She sat in the salon chair watching a baseball gam...
The storm broke an hour before Maya's flight was due to depart. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of their twentieth-story apartment, lightning fractured the sky—violent, beauti...
Elena ran her fingers through Carlos's hair at the stoplight, the gray more prominent than she remembered. He turned, startled, catching her wrist in that way that used to feel rom...
Claire's gray hair fell across her eyes as she smashed the padel ball into the glass wall. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the enclosed court. Elena, her oldest friend and doubl...
Elena found him on the floor of his apartment, the way she'd found him three times before. This time, the needle had won. His gray hair matted against the linoleum, still smelling ...
The sphinx of kitchen linoleum stared up at Elena—two mismatched buttons forming eyes on a doll her daughter had abandoned three years ago, when childhood still seemed like somethi...
Maya stood before the sphinx fountain in the corporate courtyard, watching water cascade from its stone lips. The installation had been her late husband David's masterpiece—his fin...
The padel court smelled of summer and endings. Elena stood at the baseline, racket heavy in her hand, watching Marcus stretch his hamstrings with the lazy grace of a man who'd alre...
The charging cable frayed at the terminus, where metal wire met plastic indifference—much like their marriage, Elena thought. She held the broken iPhone in her palm, its screen glo...
Margot stood in the bathroom, her reflection fractured in the medicine cabinet's mirror. At forty-seven, she'd become a connoisseur of pharmaceuticals. The vitamin D supplements sa...