Chapter 137

If Summer hadn't jumped off that cliff in a panic, Alexander wouldn't have let that guy in black off the hook so easily. The second that figure disappeared, he turned and sprinted toward where she had fallen. By then, Summer had already tumbled down the slope. Her body, already injured, was in so much pain it had gone numb. It brought back that haunting memory—back when Isabella and James Carter tricked her into that surgery in her past life. The sunset was fading, the sky slowly swallowed by the night, and for the first time, she felt like maybe she didn’t have even a sliver of hope left. What hurt the most was losing to Isabella again. Alexander, if I’m not around from now on, I hope you find happiness... Just as she was about to shut her eyes, a familiar face came into view. It had to be a hallucination, right? It couldn’t really be Alexander standing there as she was about to die. He was silhouetted in the shadows, but behind him, the last light of day glowed soft and warm. … The d