Harry's POV

I had never believed that silence could scream.

But that night, lying beside my wife while the house breathed around us, the quiet pressed into my skull until my thoughts would not stop echoing. Mary slept easily. Too easily. Her breathing was slow, even, practiced in peace. Beside her, my mind tore through every question I had buried over the last seventeen years.

Victoria’s birth certificate sat inside my locked desk drawer like a confession waiting to be spoken.

Nothing on it ...