Chapter 142

"Do... do you still remember me?" Eleanor instinctively asked. The old woman laughed softly. "You look different from before, but my instincts tell me you are the same person." With that, she picked up her vegetable basket and walked away. Eleanor watched the old woman's retreating figure thoughtfully, pursing her lips. She turned and left the man-made lake, continuing forward. Unexpectedly, she found herself in a field of blossoming flowers, a breathtaking array of scarlet, yellow, and blue hues creating a fantastical tapestry under the sky. A field full of Baby's Breath... Something flickered across Eleanor's mind, a fleeting memory she couldn't grasp. Furrowing her brows, she wondered when the Colorado Holiday Resort acquired this field of Baby's Breath. It wasn't here before. Had it appeared in recent years? An old man stood at the edge of the flower field, staring into the distance. Eleanor walked over to him. "Old man," she called politely, "when did this flower field appear?" Th