The last thing Rebecca remembered was rain.She'd been walking home from yet another disastrous Tinder date, a man who'd spent two hours explaining why crypto was the future of romance, when the sky opened. She'd taken shelter in a doorway, pulled out her phone to text her best friend ...
Read MoreSophie had always been an early adopter.When smart watches appeared, she wore one. When smart homes became a thing, she named her thermostat. So when she saw an ad for the "PleasurePal 3000" - a vibrator that connected to an app, tracked usage patterns, and offered "personalised pl...
Read MoreBeth had been on Tinder for three years.Three years of carefully curated photos (the one with the puppy, the one that made her look outdoorsy, the one where her arm looked toned). Three years of opening lines that ranged from "hey" to the occasional creative attempt that still somehow e...
Read MoreThey had been together for eight years, and in all that time, the rhythm of their lovemaking had never changed.Ben led. Hannah followed. Not because they'd discussed it or decided it, it was simply how things had always been. He was the initiator, the one who set the pace, the one who guided ...
Read MoreThe forest on Midsummer's Eve was not a place for mortals.Hannah knew this, in the way everyone knows such things, a childhood memory of warnings from grandmothers, a half forgotten superstition about staying out of the woods when the veil grows thin. But she was twenty-seven, practical, a gr...
Read MoreThey had been married for twelve years when they finally said the words out loud.It happened on a Tuesday night, in bed, after the kind of lovemaking that was comfortable and familiar and utterly predictable. Hannah was tracing patterns on Jonathan's chest, and Jonathan was staring at the cei...
Read MoreHe had stopped counting the years sometime in the eighteenth century.Centuries blurred together when you had no reason to mark them. Wars came and went. Empires rose and fell. The women he loved grew old and died, their beautiful faces collapsing into wrinkles, their bright eyes dimming, their wa...
Read MoreDr. Cassandra Reid had spent fifteen years with her hands in gloves.As a paediatric cardiac surgeon, she wore them for hours at a time, the thin latex barrier between her skin and the fragile lives she held in her hands. She'd never thought much about it at first. Gloves were tools, nothing m...
Read MoreThey'd been married for twenty years.Twenty years of shared coffee and shared silence, of raising children and burying parents, of building a life so intertwined that sometimes Hannah couldn't tell where she ended and David began. She loved him with a depth that surprised her still, a lov...
Read MoreThe house was quiet for the first time in weeks. Their daughter was at a sleepover. Their son was at his grandmother's. For the first time in what felt like forever, Sam and Alex had the place to themselves, a whole weekend with no schedules, no demands, no one needing anything from them exce...
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