"She said we were faking it. That the whole thing was just a trick to make her delete the video."
My husband closed his eyes. When he opened them, something had settled there, quiet and final. He took my phone, scrolled through the contacts, and dialed a number.
"Frank Hull. Those documents I asked you to prepare. Bring them to the hospital."
Summer sat on the couch and spat in disgust, her eyes full of impatience.
"Stubborn old fools. Really pulling out all the stops. Let's see how long you can keep this up."
"Summer, didn't you say yesterday you'd buy me some new clothes? When are we going?"
Her mother-in-law wandered out of the bedroom.
Summer's face instantly rearranged into a bright smile.
"Mom, let's go right now. We'll pick up a couple things for Dad too. My parents have more money than they know what to do with. Might as well spend it."
By the time they finished shopping and got home, it was already evening. That was when Desmond called.
"Hello? What's up?"
"That video your parents posted. Is it true? The whole company's losing its mind over it."
Summer frowned, confused.
"What video?"
"See for yourself."
After hanging up, Desmond sent her a link.