Spencer stepped into the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the space. It looked the same—yet different. The furniture was still in place, but the rest of the things had already disappeared. The dressing table full of her things was empty. He frowned. He'd lived in this room barely a week and yet, it seemed he'd observed and remembered too many things.
He had already noticed the maids clearing out the clothes and personal belongings when he left to receive his grandfather. Now, standing here, he felt an uncomfortable weight over him.
His eyes landed on Melanie, who was now picking up her purse from the bed, ready to leave.
"What were you talking about, Melanie?" he asked in a measured voice. "What do you know about the will and the divorce?"
Melanie turned and smiled, slow and knowing. "Why?" she asked lightly. "Are you afraid I'll cause trouble for you?"