[Meredith].
I finally made my way to our bedroom.
The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, and immediately, I caught traces of him—his scent lingering in the air, faint but unmistakable. It wrapped around me like a promise half-kept.
But he wasn't there.
I frowned slightly, standing still for a moment as my gaze swept across the room. The chair near the window had been shifted. His jacket was draped over the armrest. Proof that he had been here, and had already left.
Where in the world did he go?
A flicker of impatience stirred in me, but it didn't last. I didn't have the energy to go searching through the estate, and besides—he wasn't avoiding me. I knew that much. I would see him soon enough.
So, with a quiet sigh, I walked into the dressing room and dropped my shoulder bag onto the stool. Then I headed into the bathroom.
