“Seven years?” Terrance stole a few strides to the window, parted the beige chiffon curtains a couple inches and peered out. “Interesting.”
“What? Why?”
He turned and strode back over to her. “You’ve been gone a week, or more precisely, seven days. In my time frame anyway. Add to that your nightmares you’ve been having for seven years.”
Sandra frowned still not understanding his logic.
“Don’t you see? Each day in my time-line represents one year in yours which means you have only been gone from my time-line for seven day but to you feels like seven years. Any memory you have of growing up in this time-line prior to seven years ago are false memories.” The glint in her eyes gave away the wheels turning in her mind. He knelt on one knee in front of her and placed one of her hands in his. He touched a gentle a kiss on her fingertips.
The warm, soft, tender touch of his lips melted her heart. He…he…she breathed deep, expelling a breath. Her chest heaved with the remembrance of the last memory she had before she vanished from 1845. Yes, she remembered it all. A sob and several tears rolled down her cheeks.
“My love,” whispered Terrance.
A distant, disembodied laugh echoed, and Sandra vanished.
(To Be Continued)