Harry's POV

I did not sleep that night.

I lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling of a room that had once felt like a sanctuary and now felt like a carefully staged lie. Every sound in the house felt louder than it should have been. The tick of the clock. The soft rush of air through the vents. Mary’s breathing beside me, slow and even, like nothing in the world had changed.

But everything had.

I turned my head and watched her in the dim light spilling in from the window. Her face ...