At the mention of Heidi, Claire gripped the back of his shirt tighter, the only place there was still room to make this embrace any tighter in any respect. Everything she'd known came from the news or internet, but she'd followed every mention over the years, including things like Heidi's death and the way her grandmother had just seemed to fade from the public eye until she was no longer mentioned, other than in rumor. Everyone torn apart or gone missing or in hiding, everyone except the man who had made everyone afraid and hadn't even stopped where his own brother was concerned.
Knowing Peter had been there, especially after that loss, made her wish he had said something, even if it had only been for a few moments, because she had needed it and she wanted to believe he'd needed more than whatever he'd managed. Years lived watching each other from a distance in tiny fragments, hers far less accurate or genuine. But it was hard to summon any kind of childish resentment or to mourn that time when he was here. The 'where' from this place in order for him to explain everything going on didn't really matter
"Wherever, as long as you're not going away again," she whispered.