Harry POV
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I navigated through the winding streets toward the care facility. The darkened roads were mostly empty, with only the occasional car passing by, but my mind was far from quiet. It buzzed with the usual clutter of thoughts, ones I couldn't shake no matter how much I wanted to.
I wasn't a bad person. At least, I tried to convince myself of that. Most of the time. But lately, it seemed as if every decision I made was another thread pulling me deeper into a web I couldn't untangle. Maybe that's why people had such a hard time seeing me for who I was. It wasn't that I didn't care or that I wasn't trying to do the right thing—it was that every choice I made seemed to blow up in my face, and no one stuck around long enough to understand why.
