“Gibs!” Mark barked, causing both of us to jump. “Come over here, fucker. I want a word with you.” Gibsie reached for my hand at the same time I reached for his, and I asked, “Do you want to come upstairs with me to get Claire’s bag instead?” Nodding eagerly, he fell into step with me as we bolted into the hallway, heading straight for the staircase at top speed. Not stopping until we were inside my room, Gibsie stood with his back to my door and exhaled several shaky breaths. “Are you okay?” I asked, feeling worried. “Yeah, I’m…” Breathing hard, he held a hand up and momentarily focused on
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