POV: Lewis | Location: New York
The letter was on the kitchen counter.
Lewis had read it four times before he noticed his hands were shaking.
By the time you read this, Claire and I will be somewhere you can't follow.
He set it down.
Picked it up.
Read it again.
"Yessica." Her name came out broken. Into the empty penthouse. Into the silence that answered him.
He called her phone.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
He called again.
Same message.
Lewis stood in the kitchen for a long time, holding his phone, staring at the counter where the letter sat next to the coffee pot she always left on.
She'd planned this.
Every detail. Every step.
While he was reviewing contracts. While he was having dinner with clients. While he was sitting across from her thinking th
