Harry's POV

I stood in the center of my study with my hands braced against the edge of the desk, breathing through the pressure in my chest like it was a physical wound. The house was quiet in that dangerous way that comes right before something breaks. The walls had heard too much over the years. Lies whispered into corners. Promises made and quietly undone. Tonight, they were going to hear the truth spoken aloud, whether Mary liked it or not.

I straightened as I heard her heels on the marble ...