The driver stopped the car by the lake. Summer Thorne leaned against the window, unable to look away.
She had spent too much time in a city of steel and concrete; it had been a long time since she'd seen such natural scenery.
"It's so beautiful," Summer Thorne couldn't help but say. "The air is so fresh, and it's so quiet... How did you find such a secluded place?"
In truth, the answer was obvious—
They had driven a thousand kilometers south. In a strange place like this, picking any random, nameless town would likely lead them to such a peaceful spot.
'Maybe Timothy York had done just that one night: driven a thousand kilometers to this strange little town, eaten a bowl of wontons, and then, having no cash to pay, been forced to leave it on a tab...'
Summer Thorne couldn't help but smile at the thought.
The next moment, however, she heard Timothy York give a different answer—
"When it's the place you grew up in, of course you can find it."
