Noah shook his head. "No, Claire. It's not wrong to want it. Other people might not understand, but it's not wrong." He rubbed her back. "As little as I want to think of you dying, the one thing I can stand less is the thought of you hurting. Alone."
He leaned back and kissed her forehead. Bennet couldn't answer her statements on Hell. He'd never believed it himself. Heaven, Hell, they weren't concepts that appealed to him in any way. They were places you created for yourself, every day, in small ways.