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Marcus stood on his balcony, whiskey glass sweating against his palm, watching the lightning fork across the Manhattan skyline like cracks in a broken foundation. Below, the city c...
Elena ran her fingers through Marcus's hair in the bathroom mirror. Gray now, thinning at the temples. He was forty-five and looked sixty. The Wall Street years had chewed him up a...
The hotel pool glittered like something from a catalog she'd never be invited to order from. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her iphone like a lifeline, though the only person wh...
Marcus had been following him for three weeks—a corporate spy assignment that felt increasingly ridiculous. The target, some mid-level executive from a competitor, had predictable ...
Maya watches Julian across the kitchen table — or what passes for Julian these days. He's become something **zombie-like** in the months since the layoff, moving through their apar...
The corporate hierarchy was a pyramid, and Marcus had built his empire on our backs. I should have believed the palm reader at the company holiday party—the one who took my hand, t...
The fertility specialist prescribed the **vitamin** supplements with the same detached efficiency she'd used to deliver the news about my low reserve. "Take these," she'd said, sli...
The pool at the Ramada was empty, which was how Elena liked it. Fifty years old and she still swam every morning at dawn, before the business travelers descended and turned the wat...
Elena adjusted her wide-brimmed hat, pulling it low as she slipped through the revolving doors of the Meridian Building. The security guard—a bulldog of a man named Marcus—nodded h...
The neon sign flickered above her head—PALMS READ, $25—but Elena was already locking up. Another Friday night spent pretending she saw destiny in strangers' hands, when she couldn'...
The papaya sat on the nightstand, its skin mottled with ugly brown spots, much like their marriage now—overripe and fermenting in the humidity. Elena watched it from the bed where ...
The orange sat on Elena's desk like a small, defiant sun. Its vibrant peel seemed to mock the fluorescent hum of the open-plan office, where everyone moved like fish in a tank — vi...