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Elena caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror at 2:17 AM and barely recognized the woman staring back. The fluorescent lights hummed their familiar headache-inducing song as s...
The water had been running for twenty minutes when Elias finally noticed. Steam curled against the bathroom mirror, obscuring the reflection he'd been avoiding for weeks—the one th...
The water in the hotel pool was that perfect, improbable turquoise that exists nowhere in nature. Marie sat on the edge, legs dangling in, while I watched from the lounge chair whe...
Marcus had become a zombie somewhere between his third quarterly report and the fluorescent hum of the breakroom microwave. Not the walking dead kind—the corporate kind. The kind t...
The baseball game flickered on the television, a broadcast from twenty years ago when stadiums still had soul and Miller still pitched for the Brewers. Marcus watched from his kitc...
Elena returned to her apartment at 2 AM, feeling like the walking dead. Three years of corporate espionage—of being the anonymous woman in the hotel bar, the one who extracted secr...
Elena had worked for the cable company for seven years, and in that time she'd become an inadvertent spy into hundreds of lives. She knew whose connection dropped during the Super ...
The pyramid-shaped glass hotel rises from the Spanish coast like some impossible geometric ambition. Elena stands on the padel court, her racket dangling from fingers that have for...
Margaret stood at the kitchen counter, crushing her daily vitamin into the yogurt she'd force herself to eat for breakfast. The ritual felt mechanical now, like everything else in ...
Miriam had been running from something for years—maybe herself, maybe the inevitable collapse of her marriage to Arthur, whose corporate espionage work had left them both hollowed ...
The goldfish circled his bowl in the same relentless loop as my thoughts. Douglas had been gone three weeks, and yet his presence lingered like a stubborn stain—the cable knit swea...
The mechanical **bull** at The Rusty Spur was painted an aggressive red, its hide scratched with layer upon layer of drunken determination. Elena watched it spin from her booth, vo...