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The orange lay halved on the bench between them, its juice sticky in the humid air. Elena watched Carlos peel another section, his movements precise and detached — the way he'd bee...
The charging cable lay across her nightstand like a dead snake, its white cord frayed at the connection point where she'd bent it too many times while talking to him. Elena stared ...
The supplements sat on Mara's desk like tiny tablets of hope. Vitamin D3, the doctor had said. You're deficient. At forty-seven, she was apparently deficient in everything—sunlight...
The resort pool was empty when Maya slipped into the water at dusk. She'd spent the day avoiding David's texts, avoiding the hollow echo of her hotel room, avoiding the realization...
Elena stood at the edge of the infinity pool, the glass of chardonnay sweating in her hand. Below, the water stretched toward the ocean, an impossible blue that made her chest ache...
Elena found the coaxial cable behind the entertainment center, coiled like a dead snake. Marcus had been gone three months, and she was still finding his artifacts—tangible ghosts ...
Elias adjusted the worn fedora, pulling the brim low to hide eyes that hadn't slept properly in three weeks. The hat smelled faintly of cedar and sweat—a comfort object, his therap...
Maria watched baseball on cable TV every Sunday, though she'd never cared about sports. It was how she measured time now—nine innings, three outs, the mathematical certainty of end...
The cat—Julian's parting gift—watched from the windowsill as Elena packed. His name was Smokey, but Elena called him the Spy. The way he observed everything with those calculating ...
The corporate apartment was twenty-two floors up, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city's orange-streaked sunset. Marcus stood there, scotch in hand, w...
Elena stood at the edge of the rooftop pool, her silk blouse clinging uncomfortably to her back. The quarterly networking event — her idea, her mistake — sprawled below her like a ...
The fake palm tree in the corner of the office swayed gently from the air conditioning vent, its plastic fronds catching the fluorescent light like artificial memories. Elena stare...