Chapter 132

Maeve’s POV

Everything, absolutely everywhere, still smelled like her. It was in the floorboards, the curtains, the very air of the house.

It was the scent of lavender laundry detergent and the faint, spicy lingering of the cinnamon tea she drank every morning.

I stood in the doorframe of her bedroom, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching the movers methodically strip the room of its sou