aftertaste
Claire drinks whiskey now. It doesn't taste the same in a glass as it did on Jack's lips, but it's close enough.
She insists on prosecuting all their outstanding cases herself. It gives her a year, almost: seeing Jack's handwriting on the files, being reminded what he said about this witness, that point of law.
Then she rests the People's case on the last one and he's gone.
So she drinks whiskey. She's given up her perfume and wears men's cologne. That smells different, too, on her skin rather than his, but it's close enough.
Close as she'll ever get.