Zoe went upstairs by herself.

She had only gone to the eastern master bedroom on the second floor. Opening the door, she crossed the private lounge and walked into the bedroom.

There were no wedding photos above the headboard.

The bedroom lacked any of a young lady’s usual belongings. There was only a small canvas on the couch. It was only half-done, but she could tell from the features that it was a portrait of Noah.

There were only some lady’s clothes in the fitting room.

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