LUCA'S POV
I didn't sleep.
I sat in her room until the candles burned low and went out, and then I sat in the dark.
The signed papers lay on the nightstand, beside the plate she hadn't touched. I'd read her signature so many times the letters had stopped meaning anything.
Anna Bennett.
The name she came with. The name she kept for six years.
I never asked her to take mine.
I got up before it was light. My legs had gone stiff at the edge of the bed. I crossed to the wardrobe and opened it — half empty, the dresses left hanging with too much room between them.
She'd left things.
I closed it. Went to the door. Stopped.
Her robe was still on the hook behind it.
I stood there longer than I meant to. Then I walked out and left the door open behind me.
The corridor was gray. The house
