Harry’s POV
I pulled up in front of Lydia’s place, engine still humming as I stared at the front door. I took a deep breath and picked up the fake treasure box from the passenger seat. It looked perfect. Too perfect.
As I walked up the steps, the door swung open before I could even knock. There she was, Lydia. Dressed like she didn’t have a care in the world, but her eyes were sharp, always watching, always reading.
The moment she saw the box in my hands, her face lit up like a child getting a gift.
“You actually got it?” she said, walking up to me fast. “Let me see.”
I handed her the box and watched her open it. Her smile grew even wider as her fingers traced over the surface of the fake treasure. She looked so proud of herself, like this was the final piece she needed to win everyth
