Owen Moreland changed his shoes in the foyer, took off his watch, set down his car keys, and went straight to the bathroom to wash up.
After his shower, he pushed the door open into the master bedroom. The overhead light was on, and Amelia Clarke lay on her side in bed, her straight long hair spread fully across the pillow behind her, shining black and making the girl's tiny face appear even whiter than snow.
When Owen saw her, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upward.
With only a towel wrapped around him, he was about to go to his suitcase to get dressed when his eyes fell on the sofa and he realized the suitcase wasn't there.
Almost immediately, he guessed where the suitcase had gone.
Walking into the walk-in closet, he indeed saw the suitcase standing quietly in the corner; he didn't open it but opened the closet instead.
Next to the girl's small, bright clothes hung his neatly pressed shirts and suits.
