Clarice After Jeannie and Gabe have left with their puppy, Gerry gestures back toward the living room, and I follow him so we can sit on the couch together. “I asked Matthew to show me what he showed you before,” he tells me, reaching to take my hand so he can mindlessly stroke the soft skin on the top of it. “I wanted to see and feel that barrier for myself because I suspect that it might be something we can push through with Jeannie’s help.” “We?” I question him, worried that he wants to get involved with that. He’s much older than Matt, and I fear that the effects of the barrier would be felt more severely by his aging mind. He always claims that he barely feels pain anymore when I’m around, but he forgets that I’m an empath. I can sense the dishonesty there. Pain is lessened bec

