Mia barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Eleanor's words echoing in her mind: "Just compensate her with enough money that she would survive with and let her go."

By morning, her eyes were puffy and red. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to erase the evidence of her tears. A soft knock at the door made her jump.

"Mia? It's me," Harry called.

She took a deep breath before opening the door. Harry stood there looking concerned, a tray of breakfast in his ...