The hospital parking lot was empty and unnervingly quiet late at night, almost to the point of being creepy.
However, the atmosphere had no effect whatsoever on Summer Thorne inside the car.
After all, sometimes, silence was a good thing.
She sat in Timothy York's lap, facing him, her head buried in his shoulder.
As she breathed in his familiar scent, Summer Thorne's heart began to settle.
Silence filled the car.
She didn't speak, and neither did Timothy York.
He simply let her lean against him in the quiet.
Until he heard her breathing gradually grow slow and heavy.
Timothy York knew she had fallen asleep.
He remained perfectly still, content to let her sleep peacefully, even if it took until dawn.
However, only a few short minutes later, Summer Thorne's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Then, her body suddenly convulsed. She woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his arms.
In that instant, Summer Thorne was flustered and utterly lost.
