Part 1 My name is Master Sergeant Derek Thompson. I am a ghost. My job is to be the invisible line. The polished…

Part 1 It was just another day at the Waypoint Diner. Another day of being invisible. That was the goal. Invisible. Forgettable. Just…

Part 1 My name is Mateo Morales. And I am the man you are trained to ignore. The clock showed 10:00 AM. I…

Part 1 The clock on the kitchen wall buzzed. 10:30 PM. For the first time in 14 hours, I finally sat down on…

Part 1 My name is Clara James. I’m 32 years old, and up until that Tuesday, I was just the quiet waitress at…

Part 1 My name is Grace Donnelly, and for six years, the Mason Mug Cafe was my life. It wasn’t just a business;…

Part 1 The neon sign of the Iron Haven is a liar. It buzzes, a broken-toothed flicker of red and blue against the…

Part 1 The morning sun felt good. It slanted through the big plate-glass windows of the Gilded Spoon, a diner trying way too…

The entire first-class cabin smirked as the flight attendant forced me from my seat. I was just a woman in worn jeans and…

Part 1 The polished rhythm of the ceremony was a sound I no longer belonged to. It was in the air at the…