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Mara stood at the kitchen counter, swirling wine in a glass she'd been nursing for two hours. Down the hall, Ethan was already asleep—the man who could fall asleep anywhere, anytim...
The corporate retreat was Elena's idea of hell. Two hundred middle managers shuffling around the Desert Springs Resort like participants in some bizarre experiment to see how many ...
Elena sat at the edge of the hotel pool, legs dangling in the chlorinated water, nursing a gin and tonic she'd paid too much for. Three weeks since she'd walked out of their ten-ye...
Mara watched the papaya turn to mush on her plate, its orange flesh collapsing like something dead. In the courtyard below, David shouted point scores, his padel game with that wom...
Julia found the long strand of hair caught in the bathroom sink drain—distinctly not hers, thick and dark against her own fine blonde strands. Her hand trembled as she pulled it fr...
The indoor pool smelled of adolescence and regret. Mark swam laps at 5 AM because insomnia had become his only reliable companion. Each stroke cut through the water, through the me...
Marcus found the cat on the fire escape of his ex-wife's apartment building at 2 AM, watching him with predatory yellow eyes. He was there to retrieve his vitamin supplements—the e...
Mara had been running for three months when the rental car died on the coastal highway. Not literally running—though she'd done plenty of that too, logging miles on foggy mornings,...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter, its yellow skin ripening into spots of soft decay, much like everything else in this house. Elena watched it from the doorway, her fingers gr...
The lightning strike that ended my marriage didn't come from the sky. It came in the form of a text message at 2 AM, while I sat in a rental car outside a Days Inn in Omaha, watchi...
The rain slicked Seattle streets reflected neon like spilled watercolor as Marcus crouched behind the dumpster, camera trained on the apartment building across the alley. Three wee...
The Luxor's atrium stretched above Elena like the throat of some impossibly large beast, its pyramid-shaped glass ceiling filtering the desert sun into an artificial twilight. She ...