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Emma's palm hovered over her iPhone, the screen illuminating half of her face in the darkness of her bedroom. 3:47 AM. Another notification from Marcus. She shouldn't look—she real...
The vitamin D sat on her desk like an accusation, a small orange gelatin promise of something she'd forgotten how to feel. Sarah swallowed it without water, the way she'd swallowed...
Mara watched the goldfish drift through its bowl, translucent fins catching the afternoon light that slanted through her apartment window. Three years with David, and somehow she'd...
The padel court sat empty under the orange glow of sunset, its glass walls sweating with humidity. Elena adjusted her grip on the racket, her palms already damp. She and Marcus had...
Elena found the hat in the back of her closet, wedged behind a box of old tax returns. It was Marcus's favorite—a battered fedora he'd worn through their seven years together, thro...
Elena had been watching him for three weeks. She wasn't a real spy—she worked in accounting, her days spent reconciling spreadsheets that refused to reconcile—but she'd become some...
The hat sat on the dock's weathered post, his father's old fedora, untouched since the funeral three months ago. Elias had meant to pack it away, but something kept him from touchi...
The prescription bottle sat on the kitchen counter—vitamin D supplements, the doctor said. For the bone pain. Mark stared at it, remembering how Sarah used to line up their pills e...
The goldfish had been dead for three days before Marcus finally noticed. That was the problem, really—he never noticed anything unless it was swimming directly at him, mouth open, ...
The lightning struck three blocks from Eleanor's apartment, and Marcus jumped anyway. He'd been jumping at everything lately. "You don't have to go," she said, not looking up from...
The cabin smelled of cedar and something else — the particular musk of a marriage that had slowly suffocated. Sarah stood at the window watching the storm outside, her wine glass s...
The stadium lights flickered as the first bolt of lightning struck beyond the center field fence. Matt checked his watch—eighth inning, two outs, bases loaded. The crowd groaned as...