It took Summer Thorne a moment to process before she managed a slight smile. "That's true."
Comparatively, going back to Kingscrest and having people find out Timothy York was there would be far more cause for alarm.
Summer Thorne quickly got out of the car and went upstairs.
By the time Timothy York returned to Stillwater, Summer Thorne was already fast asleep, bundled up in her quilt. Her hairline was damp with sweat, and her face was flushed with an unnatural heat.
Timothy York reached out and touched her forehead. Just as he suspected, she had a fever—and not a mild one.
Timothy York frowned slightly. Just as he pulled his hand away, Summer Thorne's eyes snapped open.
Perhaps because of the fever, her eyes were even brighter than usual. The sharp contrast of black and white in her gaze was now saturated with some intense emotion—
She grabbed Timothy York's hand and blurted out, "He said she came back to see him! He said she came back for him!"
