“I’m your best friend and instead of letting me in, you keep pushing me out.” “Claire.” “No. No more excuses, Gerard!” Shaking my head, I pushed at his chest and willed him to wake the hell up. “I’m right here, okay? I’m right here for you.” “I know that.” “Then do something!” He didn’t. Instead, he opened his mouth. “Claire, if you could just…” “No. Stop!” I shook my head. “I don’t need any more of your excuses, Gerard Gibson.” Chest heaving, I stepped around him and moved for the exit. “I need your truth.”
