Harry thought of Summer’s bandaged forehead and pale face.

He didn’t know why he was still thinking about Summer. He didn’t have any feelings for her anymore.

He reminded himself that Joyce was his wife.

Then, he closed his eyes and kissed Joyce, almost as if he was trying to shake off the distraction.

“I love him now. I hate that it is too late for me to love him!” Summer’s voice echoed in Harry’s ears.

Harry snapped his eyes open and stopped his movements.

“What’s wrong?” Joyce asked in