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The sphinx had been staring at Elena for three weeks now—a life-sized fiberglass replica perched absurdly atop the vitamin display at Whole Health. She worked the graveyard shift s...
The spinach sat limp in Emma's Tupperware, a sodden green confession of another lunch spent pretending. Three months into her undercover assignment at Verdant Greens Inc., and she'...
Margaret stood before the bathroom mirror at 3 AM, staring at the amber **vitamin** D pills that had become her religion. The oncologist had said it might help with the bone pain, ...
Sarah stared at the vitamin D supplement on her desk. Three years of running up the corporate pyramid, and this amber capsule catching the fluorescent light was her only concession...
The coaxial cable lay severed across the conference room floor like a dead snake, and Elena couldn't help but see it as an omen. Forty-two years old, vice president of something th...
Elena adjusted the brim of her hat, squinting against the Mediterranean sun. The padel court shimmered with heat, but the chill between her and Marcus had nothing to do with the we...
The divorce papers sat on the kitchen counter like a dead thing. Elena stared at them, the morning light catching the dust motes dancing around the glass bowl on the windowsill. In...
The first thing Mara noticed about the wellness retreat was the silence. Not true silence—there was always the low hum of the pool filter, like a breath held too long—but the absen...
The vitamin bottle sat on her nightstand, a cheerful orange container that mocked her with its promise of wellness. She'd started taking them after Marcus left — as if D3 and B12 c...
Maya stood at the kitchen counter, crushing a vitamin C tablet into powder. David watched from the doorway, his silhouette backlit by the dying hallway light. They'd been avoiding ...
Margaret stood before the corporate pyramid scheme she'd built her life around, watching the presentation slide dissolve into nothingness. Thirty years of climbing hierarchies, and...
The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic thumping of the dog's tail against the hardwood floor. Barnaby—a golden retriever with soulful eyes ...