Love Me, Keep My Name — The Suitcase and the Gate

Everything in it was expensive, but almost nothing belonged to me. The clothes in the closet were samples from Sofia's label and cut to her measurements. The espresso machine had been a duplicate gift Luca didn't want, although I never drank coffee. Mateo had once given me a luxury sleep spray full of lavender, unaware that strong perfume triggered my

I didn't pack any of their gifts. One suitcase held my documents, laptop, a few suits, and the letters my adoptive mother left After three years with the Morettis, there was nothing else I wanted to take. I handed my keycard to Marco.

You can turn this back into a guest room. This is your room, Miss Hart. It's a room I slept in, that's all. As I rolled my silk case downstairs, a black Range Rover stopped beneath the

Sophia stepped out, surrounded by the family, a cherry soda in one hand. Her color was back. The moment she saw my suitcase, she stopped cold. Elena, where are you going?

I'm moving out. Mom hurried over and grabbed the handle. Because we didn't stay to finish the court appointment? I eased her hand away.

No. Because of the dinner, three birthdays, the bracelet, the West Wing, and the promise you made last Luca blocked the front door.