Chapter 186
"Yeah, I get that you think Mr. Brooks' dream has something to do with reality, and that the woman in the photo might really exist. But if he doesn’t talk to Miss Grant directly, what if it’s all just a coincidence? Wouldn’t that mean he’s wrongly blaming her?" Michael Turner said softly.
As Alexander’ private doctor and friend, the last thing Turner wanted was for this to become something that would eat away at him and make his condition worse.
Especially since meeting Miss Grant, Brooks had been... better. From several intense episodes a month to just once or even none, and he was starting to get a handle on his emotions. That was huge.
"I’m not blaming her," Alexander frowned.
It wasn’t about blame.
It was guilt. And heartache.
He still couldn’t forget that image of her in his dream—huddled over a photo frame, crying all night, eyes lifeless like she’d lost everything. He hated that he hadn’t found her sooner.
If he had, none of it would’ve happened. She wouldn’t have met someone el

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