Chapter 146

Patrick remained motionless, like a statue of ice, cold and indifferent. The memories came rushing back, vivid and unrelenting. No wonder he had always dreamt of Eleanor—now everything made sense. The tangled web of causes and effects had finally unraveled. Rather than merely regaining memories of his past life, it was as though he had been reborn. His last recollection was the fatal car accident, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in his bedroom. In this life, Eleanor was still alive. He had just seen her at the Colorado Holiday Resort and had learned that she was the girl who had given him Baby's Breath flowers twelve years ago. Overwhelmed by this realization, Patrick's eyes reddened. In a fit of frustration, he struck the glass beside him, causing it to crack with a sharp, cracking sound. The glass shattered under the force, cutting his palm and letting bright red blood seep out. Yet, Patrick stood rigidly, as if numb to the pain. Despair and agony radiated from hi