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Maya stared at the iphone screen, the blue light washing over her face in the otherwise dark office. 3:47 AM. Another message from David: 'I can't do this anymore.' She didn't need...
Margaret stood before the open refrigerator at 2:17 AM, the blue light washing over her face like cold water. On the middle shelf sat a Tupperware container of wilted spinach, five...
The baseball sat on Marcus's coffee table like a paperweight for memories neither of us wanted to hold down. Signed by some minor leaguer whose name I'd forgotten, its surface scuf...
The water was stillβtoo still for the hour when most guests would be swimming laps or letting their children splash. Elena stood at the edge of the hotel pool, her reflection rippl...
She knew he was watching her from behind the palm fronds. Three weeks of surveillance had taught her the rhythm of his movements β how he'd arrive at the hotel pool exactly at 4 PM...
Sheila stood in the breakroom of the accounting firm, swallowing a vitamin D supplement with lukewarm water from the communal cooler. Forty-two years old, and she'd just been diagn...
Claudia stood before the glass wall of her corner office, watching the orange sun dip below the Manhattan skyline. At forty-two, with the first silver threads appearing in her dark...
The papaya sat between them like a small, orange sun βεε²η, glistening with dew. Elena watched Marcus spear a piece with his fork, the juice staining his lips the same shade as the ...
The pool hadn't been drained since summer, a stagnant mirror reflecting the gray October sky. Elena sat on the edge, her bare feet dangling just above the green-tinged water. She w...
The hotel pool glowed blue beneath the desert moon, an artificial oasis in a landscape that wanted nothing more than to kill you. Marcus sat at the edge of the concrete, his legs d...
The divorce was final on Tuesday. By Thursday, Sarah was gone, leaving behind half the furniture, the good blender, and Barnaby β their elderly golden retriever who now stared at M...
Elena ran her finger along the rim of the fish tank, watching the goldfishβnamed Fate, ironically enoughβswim in endless circles. The office was dark at 9 PM, the kind of silence t...