He helped me up and noticed the baby in my arms. "What are you thinking? How could you join Hannah in her mess?" he yelled. "And you brought Aldo out in the cold? He is barely a month old. What if something happens to him? How will you explain this to Cole?" I didn't understand his anger, but I had no time to argue. Instead, I staggered to his car, clutching Aldo, and slid into the backseat. Something didn't feel right. The alarm should have alerted the police, but no one had come. Worrying about Hannah, I grabbed Patrick's phone and called Cole. "Get back! Hannah's life is at risk. Hurry!" I said urgently. A chilling laugh answered, "Let her die, then." ... I froze, thinking I had heard it wrong. In my last life, Cole had at least come home to save us, even if he later killed us. This coldness was new, and his next words chilled me further. "If you and Hannah keep up this revenge charade, don't expect me to care about family ties," he warned. "My patience is thin. This is your last chance to apologize. If not, when I come back from watching the sunrise with Marie, I'll deal with her first, then you. Using Aldo as a pawn is low." I was at a loss when Patrick chimed in, "Listen to him and apologize. Cole told me the alarm never went off, and the staff said everything was fine. Stop lying." My mind reeled. Hannah's text only mentioned intruders, yet Cole spoke of revenge. If he knew it was enemies seeking revenge, it could only mean one thing. He had been reborn too. Before I could process this, Patrick grabbed my shoulders. He hissed, "Just say Hannah planned it and you were coerced. Cole will let you off."