Michael Helwart took a slow, deliberate turn in the center of the studio apartment, his sharp eyes cataloging every detail. The entire space was smaller than the dressing room in their penthouse. The air held the faint, clean scent of her perfume and lemon polish, but none of his own. It was unsettlingly hers. His gaze snagged on the pair of plush, gray rabbit slippers parked neatly by the door. An unexpected, almost violently domestic detail.

He looked up at Linsy, who stood rigidly by the ...