She’d taken all her stuff.
By the time Cam got home from one of the crappiest workdays on record, he found that Norah had been by. Hush made a thorough inspection of the apartment and whined when she found no evidence of her favorite person. Everything was gone, down to her last pen—her shoes, her toothbrush, all her office supplies. The key he’d given her lay on the kitchen island without a note. The only things left were the copies of the city financial records she’d gone over for her rural tourism presentation, stacked neatly on the bottom shelf of the coffee table. She’d probably just overlooked them when cleaning herself out of his life.
He’d hoped beyond hope that he’d been wrong, that she’d have some kind of explanation for Chicago and Denver that would make all his imaginings som
