Timothy York didn't just know the whole story behind today's events. He had even... done something far worse, something that would make Silas Dunn absolutely furious.
'What else could it be?'
Thinking back on all the unusual ways Timothy York had acted over the past thirty-some hours, Summer Thorne felt as if she were staring into a thick fog. But beyond that fog, a vague outline was beginning to take shape.
There were just no details.
But with things having come this far, did the details even matter anymore?
Summer Thorne didn't press him any further.
She simply sat there in silence, her one hand quietly gripping the wrist of the other.
The feeling from the past few days—that everything was spiraling out of control—washed over her again. The only difference was that before, when she felt that loss of control, there had been at least one person who was a source of comfort.
