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The lightning strike didn't kill me. It only killed the version of me that had been dead for years. I was thirty-seven, working as a senior analyst at a firm that specialized in t...
The water was cold enough to shock the breath out of her lungs, exactly what Mara needed. She'd been swimming laps for forty-five minutes at the university pool, her iphone sitting...
Jordan's neck clicked as he rotated his head, side to side. Three hours of sleep tended to do that to a person. He felt like a complete zombie shuffling through the school hallway,...
Jax's orange hair made him a target before he even stepped onto the padel court. "Nice highlight job, Fruit Punch," some varsity guy called from the sidelines. His friends cracked...
Marcus's baseball cap was practically sweating through itself. Tryouts for the varsity team, and of course his crush, Jasmine, was sitting on the bleachers with her friends—probabl...
Eleanor's grandfather had been called 'Lightning Bear' since before she was born — not because he was fast, but because once, during a thunderstorm in 1937, he'd carried his pregna...
Maggie's cubicle was identical to every other one on the seventh floor: gray fabric walls, a family photos placeholder she'd never filled, a dying plant. But beneath her keyboard s...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid, and I was definitely a foundation block—invisible, supporting everyone else's glory, but entirely forgettable. That ...
Lily loved her grandmother's old garden, where sunbeams danced through leaves and butterflies painted the air with rainbows. One warm afternoon, while searching for ladybugs among ...
Leo hated spinach. Every time his mom served those green leaves, he made a terrible face. "But spinach gives you strength!" Mom always said. Leo didn't want strength. He wanted a...
Maya checked her iPhone again—3:14 AM, still nothing from Ethan. The screen's glow illuminated the hotel room where she'd been staked out for three days, watching the TechVista hea...
Margaret hadn't been swimming in six years—not since the diagnosis. Not since David had looked at her across the dinner table, his eyes soft with that particular pity that tastes l...