Claire's POV My body ached, but I knew I couldn't stop. Not when it felt as though this was the only way I could get this right. My head felt blank, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what exactly had happened to me. I could barely do that. Jerald was better; he was gentle, and he gave me flowers. Our room was littered with flowers, and now he was getting better. Although most of the time, his mind drifts quickly away, he has given the reason that he was having issues at work with finalizing a contract at Drandy and preparing a patent. I had found him most times sitting beside his table, most times lost in thought, but he wasn't working. I knew something was wrong with my man, and could feel it, but he didn't say a word; he wasn't saying anything to me, but he had changed, and that was all that mattered. I squeezed my eyes shut while chewing the cranberries, which had been bought for me by his mother. She was the sweetest, and I was glad to have her by my side.
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