POV: Lewis | Location: New York
The closet smelled like her perfume.
Lewis stood in the doorway of the guest room — her room — and counted what was missing.
Blue dress. Gone. The simple one she'd bought herself before they met, before Sterling money had opinions about her wardrobe.
Wool coat. Gone.
The cookbook her mother had left her. Gone.
The prenatal vitamins from the bathroom cabinet. Gone.
All of it — the things that were Yessica, not Mrs. Sterling — gone. What remained were designer dresses he recognized from gala events and charity dinners. Catherine's choices. Clothes for a role.
She'd left those.
Taken herself.
Left the costume.
Then his hand touched something in the back corner. Silk, cold and cut. He pulled it out.
Ribbon. A dozen pieces of it — silk ribbon sliced i
