Chapter 50

Maeve’s POV

“Where the fuck…”

I was currently elbow-deep in my suitcase, tossing silk slips and denim aside like a woman possessed.

My heart sank as I reached the bottom corner, my fingers meeting nothing but the smooth polyester lining of the bag.

I stopped, and stared at the empty corner of the suitcase. My favorite pair of socks weren't there.

It sounds ridiculous, I know. They’re just socks.