Everyone panicked. Jacob cried out, "What are you doing, Summer?!"I smiled at him. "If I die again, will you finally believe that I want to leave?"My mother clung to my legs and pleaded at me. "Summer, you're an adult. Stop making me worry, will you?"Asking me not to make her worry was what my mother said most frequently to me. When I set up shop for her during winter, she had said, "You worry me the most among the three of you."But she would warm up my frozen hands bit by bit. When the school semester started, she sent me to high school. "You don't have to worry about the school. Just make me worry less, and you'd be helping me."But when I was in a coma, she said, "If you really want to die, die alone. Don't make me worry every day about you waking up to hurt Ella."In the end, Jacob relented. He got a car for me. But Ella stood in the way of the car and sounded really sad when she said, "Summer, once I give birth to the baby, you'll be an aunt. Don't go, please. I'
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