“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.

Caressing Rena's face, Waylen said in a low voice, "I didn't believe in God before, but now I have no choice. Since he can figure out the past and foretell future, he must have a way to wake up Rena."

Even if Waylen had to be in dire straits, even if he had to trade his life for her awakening.

As a believer of God, Juliette also knew the price.

She sobbed, “Waylen, Let's wait for your father first, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

But Waylen, his gaze unwavering, replied, "Mom, you have Cecilia. But Rena, she's the mother of my four children. I have to do this for her." He owed Rena so much.

That included love, understanding, and an unwavering commitment. His heart ached with the realization that he could never fully repay her. He had to try everything he could.

With Juliette's reluctant agreement, Waylen set his sights on a daunting journey.

Juliette refused to cry, believing that it was ominous to do so.

Her smile, though tinged with sadness, offered a bittersweet reassurance, as if the impending separation was but a temporary parting.

Waylen's coat enveloped him as he prepared to venture into the unforgiving cold.

He paused, Leaning over Rena's slumbering form, planting a tender kiss on her cheek. His voice, a soft and unwavering promise, brushed against her ear.

“Wait for me. I will return, I promise."

His steps carried him away, each stride a testament to his determination.

The hospital window framed his departure, Juliette's gaze following him until he vanished into the swirling snow. A whispered plea escaped her lips, a fervent wish that he would find his way back, safe and unharmed.

"Waylen, you must come back safe and sound."

The midnight snowfall masked the treacherous path ahead, yet Waylen's resolve remained steadfast.

His car cut through the swirling snow, stopping at the foot of the mountain. Then, he opened the door and embarked on an arduous climb. Each step tested his strength, the snow seeping into his shoes, his pants drenched by the icy touch.