Summer Thorne's reaction made it obvious that something had happened.
But she was unwilling to talk about it.
Timothy York didn't press her, simply letting her hold him.
Not until Ivan Gray's voice came from outside—
"Mr. York, is everything alright?"
"It's fine," Timothy York's voice was deep. "She was just sleeping very soundly."
Summer Thorne thought she heard a stifled snort from outside the door, but she couldn't be sure.
Soon, the sound of the front door closing came from outside. It seemed Ivan Gray had left.
Timothy York reached up and turned on the room's light.
Only then did Summer Thorne see that he hadn't even taken off his overcoat. He was just sitting there by her bed, his eyes dark and somber.
Summer Thorne's heart was still pounding, and her voice trembled slightly. "What happened? How did you guys get in?"
"No one answered the phone, and no one answered the doorbell." Timothy York looked at her. "I had someone come pick the lock."
