Iris had even planted Summer's hairpin at the scene of the fake kidnapping she'd staged.
The cuts on her arm had Summer's fingerprints on them.
She'd even filed a false police report, accusing Summer of drug trafficking.
And the most terrifying part was that Vincent had believed every single one of those absurd accusations.
Summer drew a slow breath, her eyes burning with held-back emotion.
She'd explained the truth over and over—yet no one believed her.
Not even her friends back in Solara. They'd called her a monster.
"Oh my god, she's that evil, and Vincent fell for it? Why didn't you call the police?" Melody Leigh asked, her voice laced with concern.
A bitter smile touched Summer's lips.
"Call the police? Oh, they came, alright. They came and threw me in a cell for a while because Vincent testified that I did it all. When I tried to explain, he wouldn't listen. He said I was just putting on an act to frame Iris, that I'd do anything to hurt her. Anytime Iris was even slightly upset, Vincent would pin all the blame on me."
Janina Holt understood Summer's feelings all too well. Julius Aurelius had been the same way. Whatever Yvonne Moore said was the gospel truth, and any attempt Janina made to explain was just an excuse.
There was no reasoning with men like that.
"Did you tell him about your diagnosis? He should at least be paying for your medical bills!" Maggie asked.
"I told him. He didn't believe me. He accused me of faking my medical records. He's already frozen my accounts, so I have no money for treatment. Not that it matters anyway. There's no point. I just want to earn some extra money as fast as I can. My parents..."
Summer's voice broke, unable to continue.
Her father was bedridden, and her mother spent all her time caring for him. Their savings were nearly gone.
She couldn't imagine their despair if they found out she had a terminal illness.
Sensing the heavy mood, Janina patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't lose hope. Everything will be okay."
Janina was tempted to mention the eccentric old doctor living with her, thinking he might be able to help. There might be a sliver of hope.
But it was a terminal diagnosis, and she couldn't be sure the quirky old man could actually cure it.
Giving Summer hope only to have it snatched away would be crueler than saying nothing at all.

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