She nodded, short and sharp, and ran her free hand along the bedcovers. “I’d really rather not think about it any more.” She glanced up at him, and down again. “Maybe you could distract me?”
Isaac nodded in understanding and made to perch beside her, before stilling and frowning down at her. “Distract you? How?” he murmured in obvious bewilderment, brows furrowing together as he stared suspiciously at her roaming eyes.
Summer settled herself back on the bed, tugging Isaac after her. “Tell me stories. Tell me about you,” she requested.