Chapter 90

• Ivan’s pov
• I zipped up the last suitcase and slid it off the bed, the sound of the wheels hitting the tiled floor echoing slightly through the spacious room. My thoughts were loud, too loud. Every single second in this place screamed Claire. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the closet. Her jacket was still draped over the armrest. That night she’d passed out in my arms, trusting me, depending on me—it looped over and over in my head like some cruel punishment.
• I ran a hand through my hair, breathing out.