All Claire could do was wait, wait for her uncle to heal. He was gonna be fine, physically…but how would he be emotionally? She didn’t know. She didn’t even know how he’d gotten into this in the first place, but she wanted the head of whoever had done it. On a platter. With an apple in their mouth.
As soon as Peter was on his feet again, Claire was hugging him. She’d missed him so much, and he had a lot to catch up on. But he really needed some rest first. Claire was going to take care of him.
“Can you make it back?” She asked. “Or should I call someone…”