But I don’t wait. I don’t even slow down.

Summer’s been here for less than twenty-four fucking hours, and she’s already talking about me with my mother. If that’s not an invasion of privacy, I don’t know what the hell is. I should have kicked her out on her ass yesterday because she has no right to be here.

And now she’s pretending like she cares about me and the family, and bringing up my father? Fuck that. She doesn’t care about me or this family, despite what she wants my mom to believe. This is her job.

“Please, let me explain,” Summer calls out. “I’m sorry I brought things up with your mom.”

Scowling, I turn and face her, waiting for her to catch up. “This isn’t going to work. You need to pack up your shit and go back to Boston. You don’t belong here.”

“Logan, please. I was serious when I said I wanted to help you.”

“Yeah?” I scoff. “I don’t see how it’s going to help me to have some psychologist dredging up the past and talking to my family about me.”

She chews on her lip and looks down at the ground for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “I know what it’s like to lose someone, so I have some kind of idea of how you might be feeling.”

It’s not what I expected her to say, and for a moment, I’m speechless. “Who?”

“My mom,” she says quietly. “She was my best friend. Her death devastated me and still does.”

My stomach tightens, and I swallow the sour taste of regret. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Summer nods. “It’s not something I announce when I meet new people.”

“How long ago?” My tone has softened significantly, and when Summer looks up, she gives me a small, sad smile.

“Two years.” She swallows and takes a breath. “But sometimes it feels like so much longer. I can barely remember her laugh, and I hate that. It kills me.”

A pang of emotion wells inside me. “What about your dad?” I ask, suddenly more interested than I wish I were. She’s supposed to be packing and leaving, but instead I’m asking about her family. And I have no idea why.

“I never knew him.”

“Siblings?”

She shakes her head. “I’m an only child. It was only ever me and Mom.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

It’s in this moment that I realize I’ve been acting like an asshole. Just because I’m mad about, well, everything, it doesn’t make it okay to take it out on her.

But Summer is an easy target. A stranger. Someone I plan on never seeing again. But even though I may not know her, I can’t help hating the thought that she’s alone in this world without any family.