Chapter 41 The Feeling

• After Harry had left, I sat down on the couch in the living room, my mind reeling with thoughts. The conversation with Harry had left me with more questions than answers, but it had also given me a glimpse into the complexities of the Prescott family.
• I thought about Harry, about the pain and the anguish that he had endured. Probably he wasn't that bad after all, I thought to myself.
• His actions, his behavior, it all seemed to make sense now. The death of his mother, probably it had all contributed to his development of dissociative identity disorder.