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At eighty-two, Margaret had learned that the most precious moments arrive unannounced. She sat on her back porch, the worn fedora that Harold had worn for forty years resting on he...
Marcus ran through the sleeping city, his breath visible in the December air, pavement slick with recent rain. His Golden Retriever, Buster, loped beside him — the only creature wh...
Lily loved visiting her grandmother's attic. It was filled with mysterious treasures, but the most mysterious was the tiny golden sphinx statue on the windowsill. Every evening, th...
Maya's snap-back sat low on her forehead — her armor, her shield, her everything. At fifteen, she'd learned that a good hat could hide a multitude of anxieties, especially the ones...
The neon lights of the Pyramid Casino reflected in the puddles as Elena ran down Fremont Street, her expensive hair extensions plastered to her skull. Three years of selling overpr...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—through the fake tattoo she'd drawn on her hand earlier. "Chill, you're being weird," Chloe said, flipping her hair with that pra...
The storm broke just as David poured his second drink, glass fogging with sudden humidity. Behind him, their old golden retriever Moses whimpered at each thunderclap, pressing his ...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed everything wrong with fifteenth year: the frizz haloing her hair, the way her jeans refused to settle at her waist, and the bright g...
Bruno was a small bear with very big paws, and every summer he watched the other bears splashing in the crystal blue lake. But Bruno couldn't join them. He was afraid of swimming. ...
Marcus stared at the Flintstones vitamin in his palm—purple, shaped like a little dinosaur, and utterly pathetic for a fifteen-year-old to still be taking. His dad swore they were ...
The bull had been stubborn all evening—a charge through the market that Marcus had been riding for months, and tonight it had finally bucked. Two million dollars vanished before ap...
The first time I saw Jordan, lightning cracked across the sky like it was waiting for a dramatic entrance. She stood by the padel court, neon yellow racquet in hand, laughing with ...