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Lily loved her old blue hat more than anything. It had belonged to her grandmother, and Lily swore it made her brave. One hot summer day, she wore it to the pool, ready for her fav...
Richard stood at the edge of the infinity pool, nursing his third gin and tonic. The water stretched toward the Pacific, an illusion of endlessness he stopped believing in three me...
Maya's sweaty palm griped the padel racquet like her life depended on it. Which, in her fourteen-year-old brain, it basically did. "Just hit it, Maya!" Chase yelled from across th...
Elena pressed her ear to the study door, her breath shallow. She'd become a spy in her own marriage, tracking Marcus's late-night calls, the encrypted files on his laptop. The corp...
Maya's first week at The Healthy Squeeze could've been worse. Mostly. The apron was two sizes too big, her trainer Tyler kept forgetting she existed, and the popular kids from scho...
The corporate hierarchy at OmniCorp was a pyramid of secrets, each level more tightly guarded than the last. Elena had spent three years climbing it, until the day her handler hand...
Maya's palms were basically dripping as she stepped onto the padel court. This was it — her chance to finally prove she wasn't just "the quiet new girl" at Westwood High. Tyler, th...
Barnaby was a small golden dog with very big dreams. While other dogs chased sticks and barked at mail carriers, Barnaby spent his days gazing at the sparkling blue lagoon behind h...
Sarah pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her office window, watching the storm roll in across the Chicago skyline. Thirty-seven years old and still trying to figure out...
I became a professional spy at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday, right after sixth period chemistry. My mission: observe Maya Rivera from a distance of exactly three lockers down, close enough...
Mittens was a small orange cat with a very big dream. While other cats chased mice and napped in sunbeams, Mittens sat by the edge of Bluebell Pond, watching the fish dance beneath...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad his iPhone almost slipped from his grip. Again. Third time tonight he'd nearly face-planted his screen into the pavement just because Chloe deci...