So this was what I'd been hired to organize and erase.
Every trace of my own existence in this man's life. Every sign that he had ever loved me.
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My fingers clamped down on the edge of the garbage bag, knuckles blanching white from the pressure.
Davina Fox stood there in a silk nightgown, nudging one of the cardboard boxes on the floor with the tip of her toe.
"Ms. Finch, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get this cheap garbage out of here. My fiancé will be home any minute, and I don't want this trash ruining his mood."
Right then, the electronic chime of the front door's keypad echoed from the entryway.
"Davina, I'm home."
Otto James walked in wearing a perfectly tailored custom suit, a limited-edition shopping bag from a luxury brand swinging from one hand. He strode into the bedroom.
Davina instantly switched on a syrupy smile and threw herself into his arms.
"Otto! You're home so early today!"
Otto caught her by the waist, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Wanted to see you sooner. You said the place was a mess, right? I brought you a gift—"
His voice cut off mid-sentence.
He'd turned his head and locked eyes with me.