Harry's POV

The house is too quiet.

It is the kind of quiet that settles on your skin and makes your heartbeat sound like footsteps. I stand alone in my home office, the only light coming from the desk lamp that creates a yellow pool over scattered papers. My fingers hover over the laptop trackpad, scrolling through rows and rows of numbers that refuse to make sense.

I have been at this for two hours.

And the more I look, the worse it gets.

I drag a hand down my face and exhale slowly. ...