Martin Riley, with red-rimmed eyes, stared at the drunken woman. All the details he had once ignored suddenly connected in his mind, forming a clear picture.
It all boiled down to the phrase she had just uttered: soul rebirth.
No wonder she had changed so drastically, no wonder she had suddenly become so kind to Otto.
No wonder she was making medicine, no wonder she harbored such resentment towards Hyland Riley and Stella.
And when he saw her at the cemetery, she had seemed so nervous, yet he hadn't suspected a thing.
Because she was Crystal Foster in Sylvia Byrne's body.
Gently, Martin cradled Crystal in his arms, the howling wind carrying away his soft whispers.
"Crystal Foster, you're really back."
Martin carried Crystal out of the cemetery, carefully placing her in the car, his eyes full of tenderness as he looked at her.
Back home, Martin gently laid Crystal on the bed.
