"Smiling at another man?" he muttered, his grip around the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles paled. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled. Yet there she was flashing such a bright smile at that man as if his presence truly made her happy.
According to the report, she was single, struggling to support her family herself. He had even felt sorry for her, imagining the hardship she had faced over the years. But now it seemed she had been just doing fine, enjoying every moment, while his own life had fallen into darkness, nightmares haunting him every night.
A fiery rage burned in his eyes as he watched the car roll away. He turned the wheel sharply and drove off in the opposite direction.
By the time Summer's car stopped in front of the hospital, the sky had already darkened. Summer turned to Landon. "Thanks for the ride," she said with a grateful smile.
"You don't need to thank me. We are friends. And if you ever need money for Hope's treatment, just tell me."
