Your Uncle, My True Love
he told Emma, trying to reassure her.
Emma nodded, but that night she cried silently in the bathroom, letting the tap run to mask her sobs.
Meanwhile, Harry sat alone in his apartment, staring at news pieces that had begun to mention his name—not as a culprit, but as part of a past now being questioned. Pressure closed in from all sides. The world he once knew was pulling away, while the new one never truly accepted him.
He picked up his phone, opening messages from Sophie that he had never replied to. For the first time, Harry realized a bitter truth: he was no longer a main player. He was just a tool—and tools were always discarded once they were no longer useful.
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