Only one belonged to her leaving.

“I won’t follow you.”

Serena paused at the door.

Then she nodded and went.

Matteo returned to the penthouse and found that nothing had changed.

The furniture remained where Serena had chosen it.

The skyline still filled the windows.

Someone had replaced the flowers.

He stood in the kitchen and looked at the white ceramic bowl she bought from a street market in Boston.