Summer Shawcross, with red-rimmed eyes, reached out to take the remote control from Katherine Irving's hand, pressed the power off button, then tossed the remote aside.
"I'm fine. You should go back, I want to be alone for a while!" Summer bit her lip before speaking.
"You..." Katherine looked at her with concern, hesitated for a moment, then gently nodded in agreement.
"Alright... if you need anything, call me, I'll be next door."
Summer said nothing.
Katherine turned and left.
As soon as Katherine left, Summer closed her eyes, somewhat wearily lying on the bed.
Summer took a deep breath, trying hard to remain calm, but her mind was filled with the images and sounds from the earlier television broadcast!
A deceased wife, a fiancée...
She had to keep telling herself that everything might not be true, she needed to see Noah Drexler with her own eyes!
She needed to hear him admit it to her face before her heart could die. Until then... she couldn't believe or doubt anything!
