Harry’s POV

I only meant to look for a simple folder. That was all. Victoria had demanded I find it because she was “far too busy” to do it herself. The way she said it made something tired settle in my chest, but I went to check the hall closet anyway. It was easier than arguing.

I pushed aside blankets and old scarves when my hand brushed against something stiff. A cardboard box. I frowned. I did not remember seeing it before. Dust covered the lid as if it had been sitting there for ...