Harry is really tense as he pulls up in the hospital's parking lot.
He leans back on his seat and takes a deep breath. I have never seen him looking so vulnerable and about to break apart. I reach over to take his hand, and he exhales soundly when I entwine our fingers.
"You'll be fine. Calm down, okay?" I say soothingly, rubbing my thumb against his knuckles in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"I can't. Here I am, about to meet the man who who left my pregnant mother, and the woman who dumped me on the streets when I was barely five. I don't even know where she got the guts to meet me."
He is really nervous.
"At the end of the day, you're might be glad that you met her."
He shakes his head and takes his hand from mine.
"I don't want to see her. "
"What do you want then? To go back?
