“I just need a little while. A few hours. It’s people, Percival, there are too many people around me.” She couldn’t help the way her voice started to crack toward the end of the sentence.
Percival stepped back, taking her hands. “How about a picnic?”
Summer had to concentrate to keep from clinging to his hands. “Yes. Good. A picnic.” She pulled one hand away to smear at her face again.