Hearing this answer, Timothy York couldn't help but glance sideways at Summer Thorne.
He had always thought he understood Summer Thorne quite well. At the very least, he knew a fair amount about the people and events in her life.
Compared to others, Summer had certainly endured a great deal at a young age, but overall, she was still trying her best to live a normal life.
Except when it came to friendships.
For the longest time, Summer Thorne's world of friendship had been exceptionally barren. The only person who could be called a good friend was Xavier Lockwood.
And Xavier Lockwood was also incredibly far away from her.
She often carried a deep sense of loneliness.
But perhaps because she was so good at hiding it, others rarely noticed.
And if her best friend was gone, then all of this suddenly seemed to have a logical explanation.
Timothy York reached out and gently stroked the back of Summer Thorne's head.
