Liora's POV
The next day, I got to work quite early, ready to start my days work. Then I heard a knock on the door that made me pause.
"Enter" I called out and a female staff entered with her head bowed, she was holding a bag I recognised. "You can drop it there" I said to her before she had the chance to explain why she was there. She nodded and dropped it before leaving. It was the Jacket that I had sent to the laundry people go wash. The jacket came back from the dry cleaner wrapped neatly in plastic, pressed and spotless, hanging heavier than I expected in my hands when I picked it up. I’d made sure to pick the most reputable place in the city, because knowing Rowan, he would notice the smallest wrinkle, the faintest trace of perfume that wasn’t mine. He didn’t strike me as the
