Reunion With Brian!

Evans gazed upon Marigold's medical report, unable to find solace.

Upon returning to his hotel room, he beheld Marigold's pallid face, marked with crimson scars from the lashes. His heart writhed in agony.

If only time could reverse twelve years... None of this would have happened. They would not have parted ways, and she would not have endured such immense suffering, encountering countless heart-wrenching ordeals. Her health would not have deteriorated to such an extent, and he could have been her steadfast protector, a sanctuary from the storms.

Yet, there were no "ifs" to be had.

Time would not rewind.

The next day, Marigold slept heavily until noon, rousing from her slumber in a dazed state. A fiery stinging sensation on her face reminded her of the final memories from the previous night.