"Home sweet home," Harry muttered as the car pulled up to the Bennett mansion.

Mia couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. The Chicago trip had been surprisingly pleasant, but now reality crashed back as the towering mansion came into view. She felt a knot form in her stomach.

"Think your mother will be waiting at the door?" Mia asked, trying to keep her voice light.

Harry glanced at her. "Probably with a stopwatch."

As if on cue, the massive front doors swung open. But it ...