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Margaret's hair had started coming out in clumps that autumn—first in the shower drain, then on her pillow, until finally she shaved what remained and bought a wig that didn't quit...
Maya woke at 3 AM again, that familiar heaviness in her chest. She'd become a zombie of her former self since the merger—autopilot through meetings, numbing spreadsheets, dead eyes...
The iphone lit up at 2:47 AM, the third time tonight. Maya watched it from her side of the bed, the blue glow illuminating Marcus's sleeping face, the slack mouth, the chest rising...
The neon sign of the hotel bar reflected in Sarah's wine glass, creating a small galaxy of amber light. She adjusted the ridiculous plastic crown she'd been forced to wear for the ...
The cat belonged to the hotel, really—a sleek, indifferent creature that prowled the grounds of the Luxor resort like it owned the place. Elena had named him Ramses, though he igno...
Margot stood at the edge of the **pool**, the water's surface broken only by the drifting cigarette butt of the man she'd spent seven years trying to fix. His fedora **hat** lay di...
The papaya sat on the counter, its sunset flesh already softening in the humid apartment heat. Elena had bought it yesterday, back when she still believed they'd eat dinner togethe...
The corporate retreat was her idea—Mara's desperate attempt to revive their dying department. She stood by the hotel pool at midnight, nursing her third gin and tonic, watching the...
The retirement community called it 'the courtyard,' but Elena knew better. It was a waiting room for the final act. She sat on her favorite bench, an orange in one hand, watching t...
The cracked iPhone lay on the nightstand, its screen cycling through photos of her. Three years of mornings, vacations, arguments, and make-up sex, reduced to glass and aluminum. E...
Mia sat by the harbor, the **water** lapping against the pylons in a rhythm that matched the hollow ache in her chest. The baseball game at Harbor Park was in the seventh inning st...
Marcus stood at the edge of the hotel pool at 2 AM, nursing his fourth scotch and watching the water ripple in the moonlight. He was supposed to be asleep. Tomorrow, he'd infiltrat...