Harry’s POV

I knew something was wrong the second I stepped into my office.

It was not obvious at first. Nothing smashed. No alarms screaming. No broken windows or overturned furniture. That was the problem. Whoever did this did not want to be noticed.

I stopped just inside the doorway and stood there longer than normal, listening to the house breathe around me. The hum of the fridge from the kitchen. The soft tick of the clock on the wall. Everything sounded the same, but the room felt off, ...