Summer’s P.O.V.
“Why don't I know about this, Summer? Am I this useless?” Luke asked me while pouting sadly. I smiled but didn’t answer him as I was busy writing a new program.
“He stopped chasing his dream after that attack, right?” he asked me again after some time and I took a deep breath, stopping my work and looked at him calmly.
“You can ask all these questions to your dad or to your mom, Luke.” I replied to him, but he shook his head negatively.
“I don’t want to reopen their wounds, Summer. Whatever we hear that day, that is still lingering at the back of my head.” He replied to me in a low and stiff tone this time.
I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath again.
“I wish that he agrees to work with me. His knowledge and skills can escalate the process to a good extent.” I mumb
