He Left Our Son Dying for the Son Who Was Never His
Harry immediately softened, reaching over to ruffle the boy’s hair, the same way he used to do to Leo before he decided Leo was 'too sickly' to be his pride.
"Don't worry, son," Harry said to Jake, his voice warm and protective. Then, he turned to me, his eyes turning into chips of ice.
"We’re leaving. Claire and I promised Jake a trip to the zoo today, and I won’t have you ruining it with your dark fantasies."
He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and ushered them toward the door.
"Harry, wait!" I lunged for his sleeve, but he shook me off as if I were a stray dog.