Alexander Summers worried that Purple Summers might think of running away.
Actually, the thought was somewhat absurd. Purple Summers led a highly regimented life between school and home, leaving a trail wherever she went. Even if she really did run, her unmistakable identity was laid out here with her whereabouts readily traceable at any time.
Unless she no longer wanted this identity and was willing to give up her chance at the Judicial Training Institute!
How could that be possible?
Becoming a prosecutor had been her aspiration for two lifetimes.
Alexander Summers was well aware of this, but he still felt uneasy. This feeling… this feeling was like returning to the very beginning of his relationship with her, watching, following, coercing, controlling every move, as if she might fly away at any moment if he didn't hold her tightly in his grasp.
