The text came three days later, at two in the morning. Paige was wide awake—insomnia had become her constant companion—when […]

Two weeks passed like a fever dream. Paige went through the motions—work, home, sleep. She smiled when she was supposed

Monday morning came too fast. Paige woke at dawn, her phone alarm blaring, and for one blissful moment she’d forgotten

Sunday morning arrived with the kind of oppressive heat that made Los Angeles feel like it was holding its breath.

Paige didn’t sleep that night. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, watching shadows shift across the plaster as

The envelope sat on Paige Carter’s kitchen counter like a coiled snake. She’d been staring at it for twenty minutes