Isabella's things were gone by Thursday morning.
She had not done it quietly. Roman noticed the evidence one piece at a time as he moved through the penthouse. A scratch along the side table where something had been dragged out without care. Marks on the bedroom wall where frames had come down in a hurry, the paint slightly torn at the edges. A bathroom cabinet standing open, the marble shelf inside wiped clear, a pale ring left behind where her products had sat for seven months.
He noted each one without stopping at any of them. They were information. She had left angry and had not cared what the leaving looked like. That told him everything about the last seven months that he had not let himself fully see while it was happening.
He walked through the penthouse once. Then he went to th
