For Summer Thorne, even though she had fully accepted it, she still found it somewhat difficult to connect this small town with Timothy York.
After all, he was already the man he was today when she first met him.
She had never seen the man he used to be and couldn't imagine what he was like living here as a child.
As she looked at this remote and unfamiliar place, Summer Thorne inevitably recalled something Mason Crawford had once said—
He had said that he'd investigated Timothy York's past, and it was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, with no records or information whatsoever.
Perhaps his past, much like that long-demolished house, was never meant to leave a trace in this world.
But just because the traces had vanished didn't mean the past had.
As long as he was here, so was his past.
"I want to go see where you used to live," Summer Thorne said. "Even though the house is gone, you must remember the spot, right? Let's go take a look."
Timothy York didn't refuse.
