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Maya read palms in the back of a dingy bar in Terminal 3, the kind of place where flights were delayed and marriages ended. She'd seen it all in the lines of strangers' hands—heart...
The apocalypse hadn't been kind to anyone, but it had been particularly cruel to those who remembered how things used to be. Elena sat on the rusted fire escape of her fourth-floor...
The hat was his father's, a weathered fedora that still smelled of tobacco and rain. Martin placed it on the dresser each morning, then retrieved it each evening with the reverence...
The spinach salad sat untouched between them, wilting under the fluorescent glare of the hospital cafeteria. Sarah's father, once the man who'd taught her to swing a baseball bat b...
Sarah sat at her desk, feeling like a zombie—another gray-skinned creature in a gray cubicle farm, hungering for brains but feeding only on spreadsheets. Three years after David le...
The notification lit up your iPhone at 2:17 AM, that ghostly blue illuminating the ceiling of your apartment like a digital aurora. You should have ignored it. You should have roll...
Maggie sat on the balcony of the Honolulu hotel room she'd charged to a corporate card that wasn't hers, watching the sky bleed into that particular shade of orange that makes you ...
Elena adjusted the brim of her father's fedora, the felt worn smooth by thirty years of his hands before hers. The rooftop bar in Chicago cast long shadows across her face as she t...
The papaya sat on the nightstand, already turning to mush in the hospital room's stale air. Elena had brought it three days ago because David—once—mentioned liking it, or maybe she...
Margaret stood at the edge of the apartment complex pool at 3 AM, her husband's baseball cap clutched in one hand. The water was still, undisturbed, reflecting the sickly yellow of...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, which is exactly why Mara chose it. She'd been swimming laps for an hour, her body moving through water that felt too warm, too still—like the sil...
Mara stood at the kitchen counter, the morning light filtering through the blinds in thin ribbons. She placed her prenatal vitamin on the tongue, let it dissolve bitter before chas...