The voice was female, not Harry's deep baritone. Still, Mia's heart raced as she approached the door cautiously. She peered through the peephole and saw her neighbor, Mrs. Rodriguez, standing in the hallway with an anxious expression.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Mia opened the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Rodriguez. Is everything okay?"

The older woman smiled apologetically. "I'm so sorry to bother you this late, dear. My blender broke, and I promised my grandson I'd make him his favorite ...