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The padel ball hit the wall with that familiar hollow thud—bouncing back at me faster than I'd expected. I missed it completely. "You're distracted, man," Tomas said, wiping sweat...
Elara watched the silver scissors glint under the salon's harsh fluorescent lights. Another inch of gray-streaked brown fell to the floor, joining the pile of what used to be her m...
The corporate zombie apocalypse had arrived three months ago, disguised as a restructuring plan. Since then, Elena had been existing in that gray limbo between employed and not, he...
The pool was empty at midnight, the water still and black as obsidian. Elena swam laps in the silence, her body cutting through the cold while her mind replayed the same conversati...
The cat watched from the balcony railing, its golden eyes tracking Elena's movements as she circled the pool. Dawn was still an hour away, the water flat and obsidian-dark in the p...
The corporate pyramid had never seemed more vertiginous than at 2 AM, when Elena sat alone in her corner office, the city's lights spreading beneath her like a sea of broken promis...
Elena swallowed her vitamin D supplement with lukewarm office coffee, staring at the corporate org chart on her monitor. It was a perfect pyramid scheme in the most literal sense—C...
Elena found the hat on the third shelf of the closet, wedged behind a box of Christmas ornaments she hadn't touched in seven years. It was Marcus's fedora, the one he'd worn to the...
The hotel pool was empty at 4 AM, which was exactly why Elena had chosen it. She'd spent three weeks playing corporate spy, infiltrating her competitor's R&D department under an al...
Maya found herself running without knowing where she was going, just that she had to move. The predawn air was sharp in her lungs, each breath a small rebellion against the weight ...
Elena had been running for forty-five minutes when she finally stopped, her chest heaving, sweat slicking her hair against her neck. The kind of run you go on when your life has ju...
She kept the prenatal vitamins in the bathroom cabinet, behind the extra toothpaste and expired sunscreen. Three years after the miscarriage, still taking them. A small, pointless ...