Summer Thorne hadn't expected that to be his first question. After a moment, she lowered her gaze, a helpless, bitter smile touching her lips. "You already know."
Timothy York watched her quietly.
He had never seen Summer Thorne cry.
As he recalled, her eyes had only reddened in his presence two or three times at most.
Everyone has their vulnerable moments, especially her, after everything she had been through in just six short months.
But she never cried.
Timothy York recalled how she had looked just a moment ago, sitting dazed in her car.
He didn't know what she had been thinking then, or how she could sit in the car for so long without moving a muscle.
He just saw an overwhelming sense of vulnerability about her.
But she just wouldn't cry.
She used to ask him for help, but ever since Austin Sutton passed away, she hadn't asked him for anything.
