Harry's POV

I did not scream.

I did not throw anything or punch walls or collapse to the floor like people do in movies when their lives unravel. I wish I had. Maybe then the pain would have had somewhere to go.

Instead I sat alone in my study long after the investigator left, the lights off, the city outside glowing through the windows like a world that kept moving without any regard for what had just been torn apart inside me.

Devastated is too small a word.

Betrayal does not arrive loudly. ...