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The vitamin supplements sat in their neat organizer—Monday through Sunday, a rainbow of promises Marcus had stopped believing in three months ago. He swallowed the handful dry, sta...
I started taking the vitamin D supplements after Dr. Chen called me a "medical zombie" during my annual physical. Forty-two and already moving through life like the undead, pale an...
Marcus stared at his computer screen, watching the cursor blink like a dying heartbeat. The corporate hierarchy chart on his monitor resembled nothing so much as a pyramid scheme o...
Elena checked her phone again. The encrypted message from her handler glowed on the screen: 'Get the prototype specs. The padel tournament is your window.' She closed her eyes, the...
The conference had turned Elena into something resembling a corporate zombie—three days of fluorescent lights, stale coffee, and PowerPoint presentations about synergy and market p...
The padel court gleamed under the Spanish sun, the blue surface mirroring the sky until it didn't. Elena's racket connected with the ball, a satisfying thwack that sent it spiralin...
Marcus stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite, watching the orange sun bleed into the Mediterranean. Below, water lapped against stone, rhythmic and indifferent. Inside, Ele...
Marcus stood on the balcony of the Hawaiian resort, nursing his third complimentary mai tai. Below him, the corporate training group — his colleagues — shuffled like zombies toward...
The goldfish circled its bowl in the corner of Maya's apartment, its orange scales catching the afternoon light. Three years she'd had it, a gift from Tom on their first anniversar...
The PI called himself a fox—clever, adaptable, always one step ahead. But Marcus knew the truth: he was just another spy trading in other people's secrets. He'd been following Elea...
Margaret stood before the mirror in her bedroom, the orange silk robe loose around her shoulders. It had been Robert's favorite on her—the color of sunset, he'd said, of Tuscany, o...
Elena's hands trembled as she held the scissors to her hair. Forty years of the same shoulder-length bob, the same safe choice, the same woman her husband had married and gradually...