Love Look What You Made Me Do
His hands clutched at his mother’s arm, desperate for reassurance.
His mother’s face fell, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came. She glanced at Karl, her eyes pleading for support, but he remained silent, his jaw tight.
The air in the room grew heavier, and I could feel the weight of Harry’s fear pressing against all of us.
His mother finally sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. “Sweetheart…” she started, but her voice cracked, betraying the answer she didn’t want to give.
“She’s getting married, sweetie, and we’re all attending, okay?” His mother’s voice was gentle, but there was no mistaking the finality in it.
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