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The salt stung Marcus's eyes as he pulled himself from the ocean, another meaningless laps session complete. At forty-five, swimming had become his way of drowning out the silence ...
Elena sat in her office on the forty-second floor, the corporate pyramid spreading beneath her like a vast, indifferent geometry. At fifty-three, she had climbed to middle manageme...
Mara emerged from the lake at dawn, her body numb from the **swimming** she'd forced herself into—liturgies of motion against the middle-aged ache of becoming. The water had been h...
Mara watched him chew the spinach, those precise, surgical movements he'd perfected over thirty years of dining with people he needed to impress. The cable news anchor droned on ab...
The night air hit Elena's skin as she emerged from the lake, water streaming from her hair. She'd been swimming in darkness for an hour, trying to wash away the day's surveillance ...
The bull-eyed stare of Derek's computer monitor hadn't changed in three hours. Neither had Derek. He'd become something else since the merger—a corporate zombie moving through fluo...
Martha walked through the office like a zombie, her body moving on autopilot while her mind remained somewhere back in the hospital room, three weeks ago. The fluorescent lights hu...
The papaya sat on the hotel room's nightstand, its flesh the color of a bruised sunset. Elena had bought it from the market that morning, thinking she'd make breakfast before the f...
The fox-red hair of the new marketing director caught the afternoon light as she swept into the open-plan office, her heels clicking like countdown ticks on the laminate floor. Ele...
Marcus stood in the center of the living room, boxes stacked like accusations against every wall. Three days since Sarah left, and the silence had grown teeth. Their golden retrie...
The first thing Elena noticed when she walked into Richard's office was the vitamin bottle on his desk—orange-labeled, expensive, the kind you only bought when you started feeling ...
Elena sat three rows behind him at the baseball stadium, the corporate logo on his polo unmistakable even from this distance. Her husband David, supposedly at a conference in Chica...