01Act IThe Spilled Coffee
The cup tipped before Ellie understood her hand had let it go.
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01Act IThe cup tipped before Ellie understood her hand had let it go.
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02Act IThe studio she shared was on the third floor of an old textile mill that had been converted, fifteen years ago, into a warren of small businesses — a letterpress...
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03Act IThe auditorium of the Lakeshore Elementary School was a rectangular room with brown carpet, a low stage, a piano with one yellowing key, and a great many parents who had...
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04Act IShe had not, in any meaningful way, looked at herself in years.
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05Act IDr. Sandra Patel was a small, brisk, unsentimental woman who had been Ellie's primary care physician for eight years.
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06Act IThe call came on Wednesday afternoon at three forty-two.
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07Act IRiverside Imaging was in a low brick building beside a small, anxious-looking river that had been straightened by an Army Corps engineer in 1962 and had, ever since, looked vaguely...
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08Act IDr. Aiyana Reyes was forty-seven years old and had a dark, slightly graying braid that fell over her shoulder when she leaned forward, and she leaned forward when she was...
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09Act II
10Act II
11Act II"Mom," Sophie said. "You're holding your phone like it might bite you."
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12Act II
13Act IIHe came on a Friday, with a pizza, and a six-pack of root beer, and a small bouquet of carnations from the floral aisle of the grocery store he managed.
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14Act IILinh's yoga studio was a long, narrow room above a Vietnamese sandwich shop on Spring Street, with hardwood floors and ten skylights and the constant, faint background smell — drifting...
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15Act IIThe headache started on a Wednesday morning in the third week.
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16Act IIBeatriz cooked on Saturdays the way some people pray.
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17Act IIIt happened on a Tuesday morning, six weeks and three days after her appointment with Dr. Reyes.
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18Act IIIt came on a Sunday in November, at the small wooden table, in the gray light after a long rain.
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19Act III
20Act III
21Act IIIShe did not, for a long time, walk in the woods.
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22Act IIIThe donuts came in on a Thursday, in May, in a long pink box that had been carried up the studio stairs by a junior illustrator named Jamal, who had...
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23Act IIIShe wore the same sweater she had worn to the first ultrasound. This was, she realized in the parking lot, a small, unconscious superstition.
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24Act IIIMarcus had been walking, at six in the morning, around the small reservoir on the north side of the city, since the second week of February.
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25Act III
26Act IV
27Act IVDr. Reyes had, by January, fourteen months in, begun to scold her — kindly, in the way one scolds a friend — for dressing up for appointments.
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28Act IVHer birthday was on a Saturday in March.
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29Act IVThe school assembly was on a Friday morning in May. Sophie had, that spring, won the fifth-grade essay contest. The prompt had been *My Hero.
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30Act IVTwo years and four months after the spilled coffee.
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