Mia stared at the packed suitcase, her heart pounding. Who had done this? Eleanor? Olivia? One of the staff acting on orders?

She dragged the suitcase inside her room and opened it. Everything was neatly folded—her clothes, toiletries, even the few personal items she'd accumulated during her stay. The message was clear: she wasn't wanted here.

A knock at the door made her jump.

"Mia?" It was Harry. "Can I come in?"

She quickly closed the suitcase and shoved it under the bed. "Yes, it's ...