The toothbrush was tucked into the inside pocket of Ethan’s suit jacket.

At first, I almost ignored it.

I was doing laundry, emptying pockets the way I always did before taking his clothes downstairs.

Receipts.

Loose change.

A hotel key card.

Then the toothbrush.

I held it up.

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