Harry’s POV

There are moments in life that begin quietly. A soundless shift. A detail so small you nearly ignore it. I used to believe that danger, betrayal, and revelation came like storms with thunder and warning. But after living under the same roof as Mary Prescott for more than two decades, I should have known better. With Mary, destruction always arrives politely. It knocks before entering. It smiles before cutting. And today, it came tucked inside a manila envelope.

The envelope sat ...