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Clara had mentioned that Coco had injured her leg badly. It would be very difficult for someone who was once healthy to cope with life after being disabled. Summer understood this more than anyone. Her once-perfect hand was now missing a finger. Even though she had proven her innocence and shown that she wasn’t mentally ill but had been persecuted, that finger was gone forever. She inevitably got strange looks from others in her daily life and work. Summer managed to keep her face straight as she watched Coco walk, but Hayden couldn’t help but cry out, "Aunt Coco, what happened to your leg?"

She needed her friend because for some reason, fear engulfed her. Summer received the news from Tania and she promised to meet her the next day as it was Saturday. After getting off the long phone call with Tania, Summer decided to call her close family for a meeting. Something was just off with the disappearance of the convicts. Even her wolf, Sunny agreed with her. She made a resolve that she needed to look into that issue. If truly they were not supernatural beings, then there is no way the convicts could have escaped such a big fire without a trace. She tried to watch the video over and over again but still could not understand what just happened. She decided to show it to her family, Gu

"Preliminaries start in summer in Japan. If we are unable to attend, you can stay a little longer to see the start of the Spring Tournament." His eyes widened, then he broke into a small smile. "Thank you." It's not that he was opposed to going back to Japan, nor didn't he want to go either. There was just something unsettling for him to go back without a proper memory of what happened. He was rather afraid of the responses he would get.

Kristen asked, "What else? That time during the camping trip, did she…" "I don't really know, but she was all tangled up with Anthony in my tent. It was definitely really strange," Summer mumbled. Kristen broke out in a cold sweat. "She's way too vicious!" Summer consoled her, "It's alright. It's all over now. I've come to realize I'm really lucky. I always manage to dodge whatever disaster that is coming at me."

Before boarding the plane, I called Summer, who'd been my junior back in college. She said to me, "I've taken care of things in Havaria. You don't need to worry about the rest." When the plane landed, Summer panicked when she saw how battered and bruised I was. She pulled me into a hug before saying, "Time to fess up. What on earth happened that made you finally agree to come over? You said you couldn't explain things properly over the phone.

I tried to act tough but I gulped as I was scared since I had no way to run. "Do you think I care?" Tony smirked and proceeded to slip his hand under my shirt. Okay, I know what you are thinking. How did I possibly get stuck in this situation? Well, let's back up a little... It all started when I, Summer Phillips, made the dumbest decision of my life and agreed to go to Tony's birthday party. The very one I said I wouldn't go to. So why did I change my mind? Because I am dumb, that's why.

He eases down into the chair beside me, . Bottles of wine and champagne are placed on the table in front of us. Elliot pours us each a glass of wine. I look around the room as excited chatter floats around us. The lights above are dimmed, the guests illuminated by the set of candles positioned in the middle of each table. My mom points out the different guests to Elliot and explains how they're connected to the family. He smiles and nods along with each of her comments, convincingly feigning interest in her explanations. He drapes one of his arms around the back of my chair, resting his hand on my arm. Just as I think my mother is finished talking his ear off, she begins sharing stories abou

August 15th (Saturday) Finn came by to visit James, Sunny, and, of course, sweet Mrs. Sweeney. James happened to have a bad summer cold. He kept coughing and sneezing as his mother looked at him and said, "Boy! That awful cold better be gone before the trip, and I sure hope I don’t catch it! " Finn then looked at Mrs. Sweeney as he asked, "When are you guys going?" “And for how long? “

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

Sometimes, they happened on a random midnight, when Bella asked if she could erase her father from a drawing. I realized I could no longer say no.