Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1284

Agnes nodded, a gentle smile on her face. "Don't worry about me, you go on with whatever you need to do. I'll head back to the hotel and wait for you there so we can have dinner together."

Elton gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading off.

Once alone, Agnes began tidying up the area around the grave. She finally sat down next to the headstone, resting her head against it tenderly.

"Dad," she whispered, "I'm sorry. I seem to have forgotten everything. It's like I woke up and the whole world changed. Elton's different, everything's different. I can't remember anyone. But, Dad, you know what? I've been having these dreams. There's this shadowy figure calling my name, and I feel like there's something really important I've forgotten, but I just can't remember what it is..."

Over the past few days, Elton had filled Agnes in on so many details from her life, things that felt almost unbelievable to her. Yet, she sensed there were topics Elton avoided delving into, things he merely skimmed over. Like what happened with Laura and Beatrice, the specifics of the incident back then, and the story of her best friend Jenny.

Elton had only mentioned that after college, she and Jenny went their separate ways and never kept in touch again. Could their friendship have been so fragile?

Since waking up, Agnes had been plagued by persistent headaches, as if her subconscious was resisting any attempt to recall those memories. Every time she tried to think hard about them, a piercing pain shot through her head. So, for now, many things remained unanswered.

Seeing the roses so well-tended brought a small comfort to Agnes. Clearly, the new owners cared for the garden. She gently touched one of the blossoms, feeling tears well up unexpectedly.

Circling around, she reached the entrance of Pritchard Mansion. From there, she could see into the yard, and to her amazement, everything appeared just as she remembered. The two cherry trees planted by the gate had matured into grand trees, and the old swing hanging from the ancient oak in the yard was still there, a cherished spot from her childhood.

The grass was neatly trimmed, and the entire yard was immaculate, thanks to the care of its current owners. Agnes felt a strong pull to go inside. She noticed the wrought iron gate was ajar, just a gentle push away from opening.