I knew he was crying, I could see his shoulders jerking, but he never made a sound. It was the kind of quiet crying I saw in silent movies my grandparents used to watch. Somehow, that made it worse than if he had been screaming like a bull. Acting like she was Gibsie’s personal bodyguard to the ordeal, Claire used her free hand to cover his eyes. I wasn’t sure what she was trying to do in the moment, shield him from the kissing or shield the world from him.
