“Are you saying that you’ve never tried to find out what happened to Macy back then?” I asked. My heart ached for Macy. If Jared really cared about her, why didn’t he even try?
The obvious answer was that he didn’t care. Otherwise, Jared wouldn’t have given up just like that. Not only had he never tried to look for Macy, he never even asked after her.
It made me even more fearful of handing Summer over to Jared.
He remained silent, biting his lip.
I’d calmed down. Looking at Jared’s troubled face, I vowed, “No matter what the Crests have planned for Summer, I will never give her up to you.”
I then stalked the rest of the way back to the table.
Ashton had been engaged in casual chit-chat with Joe. When he said me, he reached out in concern and asked, “What took you so long?”
“It’s nothing. Have you finished eating already?” We’d all gathered here today under the pretext of having dinner, but nobody had taken more than a few bites.
Ashton continued looking at me. “You’re not hungry?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Nope.”
Upon hearing this, Ashton pushed back his chair and stood up. Politely, he said to Joe, “It’s getting late. We’ll get going then.”
Obvious displeasure was written all over Joe’s face. He demanded, “Didn’t we agree to this get-together? Are you leaving before we’ve even gotten to say anything?”
him. Jared was smoking near the door. We passed each other without
we got into the car. “Ashton, do you
started the car. In a mellow voice, he asked, “Did Jared say anything to
whatever I do for her won’t
if I should tell Summer everything, all those times that Jared had visited her at the villa. But what would I tell an innocent child of four, five
would leave someday, eventually. But
gentle gaze soothed me. “How about this? Let Summer and the Crests get to acknowledge each other, but she continues to stay with us. They can come over every once in a while to see her. Would
a bigger family and more love showered upon her. She had nothing to lose from
before replying uncertainly, “Can that
hesitation for agreement. “Of course!” he
when we got back. When she saw Ashton and me enter, she came running and flew into his arms. At her age, she was already rather adept at turning on
you!” Summer announced, putting on an
his laughter,
palm of her hand. It was all very obvious to
“Give
sweet encased in a shiny
spite of myself. Children often derived joy from the
in his hands and carried her over to the sofa. Patiently, he asked, “Why did you suddenly want to give me a
proclaimed, “This isn’t any old sweet! My friend Dottie from school said that her uncle gave it to her aunt
ears pricked up at her last sentence and halted immediately, turning to look at
made a