“In a freezer,” she repeated slowly. “Honey, you are six foot something. Who the hell could even put you in a freezer?”
Isaac rolled his eyes. “It was one of those industrial freezers that fishermen use to store their fish. My dad would put me in there if I upset him.”
Summer didn’t say anything for a long moment, just looked at him, mouth pressed into a thin line. Her eyes seemed to fall out of focus for a moment. A queer emptiness was in her voice when she spoke. “You loved him, and you feared him, and you had no idea how to get out. And now you aren’t even sure you deserve what you have, because it’s so different.”