Summer Ford's skin, large areas, were all bruised in purple and green...
Her nerves were tightly strung, gripping the sheets beneath her so tightly that one wrinkle appeared after another.
The large master bedroom had its door tightly shut for two consecutive days.
It was only in the afternoon that everything quieted down, in the dim room, sunlight filtered in.
The early summer sunlight was warm and comforting.
However, Summer Ford's heart felt as cold as if it were in hell.
She curled herself up on the bed, her slender body huddled like a wounded little animal, trembling all over.
In the bathroom, the sound of rushing water continued for a few minutes before stopping.
The door was pulled open, and Ethan Laurent walked out.
Summer Ford felt the indentation on the bed and knew he had climbed on.
An arm wrapped around her waist from behind, and Ethan's warm body pressed against hers.
