“Mom, I haven't been a good husband. I could do nothing but watch Rena in a coma."

Juliette's own tears threatened to spill as she listened to her son's confession.

With gentle strokes, Waylen continued to wipe Rena's face, his voice a whisper that carried a promise.

“Even though I forgot our past, I know one thing for certain. I love her. Mom, I want to find Mindy."

Juliette hesitated, the thought of treacherous mountain roads blanketed by snow a concern.