Summer Thorne drove all the way back to Kingscrest.
It wasn't until she was brushing her teeth that she noticed the pain on her lip again.
She examined it in the mirror and discovered that Timothy York had bitten a cut into her lip.
'No wonder it bled. No wonder it hurt so much.'
Summer Thorne looked at her reflection, but the image that appeared in her mind was of Timothy York.
The way he had looked just now—a complete stranger.
Summer Thorne didn't sleep a wink all night.
The next morning, she packed her bags, went to the airport, and flew to Rivenhall.
The issue between her and Timothy York seemed to have been resolved, but in reality, they had clearly grown even more distant.
Sometimes, baring one's soul can close the distance and bring two people closer.
But for them, it was the exact opposite.
Perhaps people with complicated entanglements were fated to be unable to grow closer by revealing their true selves.
