They commercialized your memories and sold them back to you at a markup.

Nothing lasts, thought Shelly, so I might as well spend it all now.

Theo came from money and loved to talk about how everyone else needed to pull themselves up by the bootstraps.

With every knock on his door, Eric wondered if this was when he'd finally be exposed.

Every time he cooked one of his mother's dishes, it was like she was still there, so many years after her passing.

Cheap theatrics still worked, apparently.

She loved reading strangers' obituaries.