“This past week was fucking horrible,” he admitted in a gruff tone. “Fighting with you puts me in a bad place in my head.” He reached up and tapped his temple for emphasis. “When I’m not with you, it feels like I’ve misplaced a limb. It feels bad, Claire.” “I know, Gerard,” I replied, desperately trying to ignore the tremor of doom that was building up inside of me. “It’s the same for me.”
