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The iPhone buzzed against her thigh, insistent as a mosquito at dusk. Sarah ignored it, staring at the tangled mass of cables behind the media console—black snakes coiled around ea...
The ball hit the padel racket with a hollow thwack, the sound echoing across the court like the final word in an argument neither of them wanted to start. Elena watched it arc towa...
At 3 AM, Marcus found himself submerged in the rooftop pool of the Vegas conference center, watching lightning crack across the desert sky. Below, the Luxor's black glass pyramid s...
Mara watches him from the beach, her husband of seven years moving through the waves like something that's forgotten how to swim. The palm tree behind her casts long shadows across...
Margaret stood by the edge of the apartment complex's swimming pool, her fourth gin and tonic sweating against her palm. The office holiday party raged inside, but she needed air. ...
Margaret stood by the hotel pool, clutching her resignation letter like a weapon. The water shimmered with that artificial blue that only exists in places where people pretend to r...
The goldfish had been floating belly-up for three days before Maya finally accepted that Arthur wasn't coming back to flush it. Their apartment—her apartment now—smelled of vanill...
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days before Marcus finally admitted it was dead. Another thing he'd failed to keep alive, though at least this one had lasted seve...
The hotel pool shimmered like something you could pour over pancakes, that artificial blue that exists nowhere in nature. Elena sat at the edge, legs dangling in the chlorinated wa...
The hotel pool was empty at 3 AM, which was exactly why Maya chose it. She'd spent years swimming through her marriage to David, but lately, she felt like she was drowning. She fl...
The cable knit sweater lay on the bedroom floor, exactly where she'd dropped it three nights ago. Marcus stared at it, the cream wool now dusted with dog hair from Buster, their go...
The cat arrived at 2 AM, a shadow slipping through the loose balcony door like it belonged there. Arthur didn't own a cat, but somehow this orange tabby with half an ear knew his s...