Harry's POV

I stared at the folder for a long time before I opened it.

The house was quiet in that particular way that only comes when everyone is home but pretending not to be. Mary was upstairs. I could hear drawers opening and closing. Victoria’s door was shut. Elena was out back with a book, or pretending to read one. The normal sounds of a family that had stopped being honest with each other a long time ago.

The folder sat heavy on my desk.

The private investigator had warned me not to ...