“Oh, no! Are you in a fight, love?” Edel asked, taking a seat beside her son. “You haven’t broken up with the girl, have you? Because she’s a keeper, Gerard Gibson.” “No, I haven’t broken up with her,” I grumbled, feeling that familiar pain in my chest at the thought of Claire. We hadn’t spoken since last weekend. Since her date with Jamie. I wasn’t even sure if we were still supposed to be wearing matching costumes tomorrow night, or if she had replaced me with Jamie. Fuck, now I was mad again. “I would never break up with her.”
