Noah’s POV
The madness of yesterday was still weighing deep in my mind as I stood in the threshold bedroom, watching Claire.
She was sitting on the edge of the large mattress, folding some of Chris's clothes. Her movements were slow and peaceful.
The sadness that had been hanging over her for six months was finally gone.
I took a slow step toward her.
"Hey," I said softly and she looked up. The moment her eyes met mine, a beautiful, genuine smile broke on her face.
It wasn't a sad smile anymore, it was the exact same smile she used to give me back in the old days, before the separation, the tense reunion and the last six months.
"Hey"
She set the folded blanket down on the bed and patted the empty space right next to her. "Come sit down. You're hovering like a ghost."
I let ou
