By the time Timothy York turned to look at her, her eyes were already rimmed with red. The moment he looked over, she could no longer hold back. Her mouth trembled, and she burst into tears.
The moment she started crying, Timothy York actually smiled.
He reached out, gently caressing her face, and murmured, "Why are you crying? If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have brought you."
Summer Thorne lowered her head and buried her face in his palm, crying uncontrollably.
Timothy York said nothing more.
He watched her quietly, letting her tears fall into his palm and stream through the gaps between his fingers.
'She has so many tears…'
'The woman who was always so strong, who only teared up a little when Austin Sutton passed away… to think she had so many tears hidden inside her.'
'How did that slender frame of hers hold them all in?'
Timothy York knew she had been holding back for a very long time.
