"You…" Summer rolled her fists, her insides burning with helpless frustration.
How could he still act like this? They were no longer husband and wife. Six years had passed since their divorce. They had no contact during that period.
He then suddenly appeared in her life, unwelcome, and demanded that she do the things she had once done. She wanted to protest, her pride urging her to walk away. But then she reminded herself of the money he was offering.
'For Hope,' she said to herself, swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat.
Pushing her frustration down, she moved toward him. "Let's go." Summer held his arm and guided him into the bathroom.
The contact of his skin stirred the familiarity she had buried long ago, making her chest clench. She ignored the uneasiness and took him to the bathtub she had filled with warm water.
