Summer stood frozen where Landon had left her, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces that seemed to stretch endlessly. Her mind emptied, her heart thumping restlessly. The room wavered in her vision. Colors blurred.
Those harsh words from the past, filled with accusations and venom, seemed to echo in the air.
Summer's chest moved faster, cold sweat pricking on her back. Her fingers trembled. She wanted to run away, but her legs felt heavy, anchored to the floor. She parted her lips to call Landon, but nothing came out. It felt like someone had hands around her throat, silencing her.
"Miss Summer?" A voice calling her name sounded faintly in her ear. Her mind, trapped in chaos from the past, could barely register it.
"Miss Summer?" it came again, closer this time.
