Ivan Gray was quiet for a moment before suddenly speaking again. "Miss Thorne, are you not feeling well? Are you resting at home today, not at work?"
Summer Thorne didn't answer. She just hung up the phone, fell back onto the bed, and sank into sleep once more.
In her sleep, she missed two more calls from Timothy York.
Waking up again at dusk, Summer Thorne looked at the sky outside, having lost all track of time.
When she turned her head, her phone was flashing silently on the pillow. On the screen was Timothy York's name.
Summer Thorne's mind was a chaotic fog. Just as the call was about to disconnect, she finally chose to answer. "Hello?"
After hearing her voice, the other end of the line fell silent for a few seconds before Timothy York's voice, as gentle and calm as ever, came through—
"Why did it take you so long to answer?"
"I was sleeping," Summer Thorne said. "Just woke up."
"Why were you sleeping so long? Are you sick?"
"No. Pulled an all-nighter. I'm tired."
