Holy blinked in surprise. She had been prepared for Summer to talk about mortgaging the shop, not selling it outright. But this wasn't the time to argue over it. Family came first. If selling the shop could end this nightmare, she could accept it.
Still, another question crept into her heart.
"That money was meant for Hope's treatment," Holy reminded. "If you give it to him, how will you arrange money for Hope's surgery?"
Summer's stomach knotted. That was her greatest fear, too. But Charles was an immediate danger, a ticking bomb that could explode again at any moment. She couldn't let him hover over their lives any longer.
"I'll find a way," she murmured, unsure what to do. She stepped toward her and clasped her shoulders. "Mom, stay here with Hope. Don't open the door for anyone. I need to go out."
Before Holy could say another word, Summer bent down, grabbed the bag she had dropped near the door, and strode outside.
