A leisure trip? Clara smiled bitterly. How could she have the mood or time to travel? Summer's whereabouts were still unknown, and Clara needed to find her quickly.

"Ms. Wells, is there anything else I can help? If not, I'll hang up now," Frank said.

"Wait!" Clara raised her voice slightly. She hesitated and asked, "Wilson… Does he hate me now?"

"Well..." Frank carefully answered, "Mr. Birch doesn't seem to hate you, but the way he treats you has changed. I guess… Maybe he has gotten over you