His fingerprints were enrolled to the lock, but he couldn't recall ever owning this place. The men's wardrobe screamed his name, yet the women's closet sang a different tune. It wasn't Sadie's.

His mind raced back to the tailor, who'd mentioned the wedding dress designed for someone Holden held dear. Could she have lived here?

Yet, according to Sadie, they were the star-crossed lovers from five years back. How could he have a connection with another woman?

Holden put everything back to its original place, and then he fell into deep thought for a long time. He suddenly began searching the entire apartment, hoping to find even a simple trace of the woman's existence. He wanted to know who this woman was, even if he could only find one photo.

However, the room had been meticulously cleaned and Holden was unable to find any photos or objects that could give clues to the identity of this woman.