Harry tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You must be happy to get rid of me.”

A quiet fear rose in Sarah’s chest. She stepped out from behind the counter, closing the space between them until she stood in front of him.

“I never wanted to get rid of you,” she whispered.

Harry lifted a hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trembling. A single tear slipped down his cheek.

“I know the things I’ve done… you could never forgive me,” he said ...