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Keegan’s office felt different on Friday afternoon. Or maybe Samantha felt different. Like she was standing on the edge of […]

Thursday evening arrived with the surreal quality of a play where Samantha knew all the actors’ secrets but still had

Keegan Porter’s office was in a strip mall between a Thai restaurant and a tax preparation service. Not glamorous, but

Tuesday arrived like a storm Samantha had been watching on the horizon for weeks, knowing it would hit but powerless

Saturday morning arrived with deceptive cheerfulness—blue skies, crisp autumn air, the kind of day that made people post gratitude lists

The public library on Fifth Street had twelve computer terminals and a no-questions-asked policy about internet usage. Samantha sat at

Samantha hadn’t been able to sleep. She’d tried everything—reading, meditation apps, counting backward from one hundred—but her brain refused to

The coffee shop was crowded for a Tuesday morning, filled with the usual mix of remote workers nursing lattes and

Riley arrived with champagne, orange juice, and the kind of determination that meant she had something to say and wouldn’t

The lavender scent was stronger this time, almost cloying. Samantha sat in the same chair as last week, watching Jared