I think about Harry Masonās situation so often. Itās the way Harry was always paranoid of something evil taking Cheryl away from him, and when she was stolen, the bigger picture of it was so much more harrowing than he couldāve possibly conceptualized. I canāt imagine being a parent and losing your child in such a tragic and surreal way. Learning your little girl was never actually a full person, her getting absorbed and turned into an unexplainable being, never even getting to say goodbyeā¦
Cherylās life was inconsequential, she was never supposed to exist. But of course Harry didnāt see her like that, she was his baby. And because of circumstances he never even knew about, she was now gone forever, replaced by a child that was created as an outcome from her and Alessaās pain and suffering. He takes her from the hands of the incubator and is helpless as heās forced to leave her to die. Forced to leave the person who Cheryl was still apart of, sealing the fact heāll never see her again; in the form he last saw her in nor the person sheās disappeared into.
I canāt begin to understand the grief.













