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Elena became a corporate spy not out of patriotism or ideology, but because the mortgage on her loft wouldn't pay itself. Three years in, she felt less like a secret agent and more...
The pool at the Hôtel du Cap-Eden-Roc was impossibly blue, the color of a dream you can't quite remember. Elena lay on the chaise, nursing her third gin and tonic, watching the rip...
Maria stood on the balcony of her thirty-second floor apartment, nursing a glass of cheap merlot, watching the sky bleed orange over the city. The corporate pyramid below had drain...
The papaya sat on Elena's desk like a small, foreign sun—bright orange flesh glistening through the plastic container. She'd bought it on a whim that morning, trying to convince he...
Elena's red hair caught the sterile lab lights as she hunched over the authentication scanner, a flame in the institutional gray. They called her Fox at the museum—clever, adaptabl...
Elena had been running from the same ghost for six months. Every morning at 5:47, she'd lace up her shoes and pound the pavement while Chicago slept, her breath syncing with the rh...
Elena pressed her palm against the cold glass of her office window, watching the rain streak down like tears she couldn't cry anymore. Three years as a corporate spy for rival phar...
The spinach leaf clung stubbornly to Julian's incisor as he leaned across the mahogany desk, explaining why my position was being eliminated. I watched his mouth move, forming word...
The papaya sat untouched between us, its seeds glistening like small black pearls in the tropical morning light. Seven days into what was supposed to save us, and I couldn't rememb...
The palm tree outside our bedroom window had died sometime during the winter, its fronds turned to brittle skeletons that rattled against the glass like dried bones. I stood watchi...
Margaret stood at the edge of the community pool at dawn, the morning air still cool against her bare arms. Three months after David's funeral, and this was her new ritual: swimmin...
The orange plastic bottle sat on Mara's desk like an accusation. Vitamin D3, 5000 IU — her doctor's recommendation for the winter blues, though she suspected nothing could cure wha...