Mary’s POV

I knew something was wrong the moment Harry walked through the door. I felt it in the way he set down his briefcase. Too gently. Too quietly. Harry only handled things with that kind of care when he was thinking too deeply about something he should not be thinking about.

He kissed my cheek and murmured a greeting, but his eyes did not meet mine. He moved around me like a stranger passing through someone else’s home. No warmth. No softness. Only distance.

Cold distance.

That ...