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The man stood. “I am sorry but I can’t find anything to substantiate your claim. I suggest you go home with your husband and see a doctor as soon as possible. Good morning, Mrs. Forrester.”
She stared after his retreating back.What the hell?
Mr. Forrester, David, the man who claimed to be her husband, appeared in the doorway. She stared at him and it dawned on her why he looked familiar. With his deep blue eyes and dark hair, he resembled the singer Elvis Presley, but this man was rugged, he lacked the smooth olive skin of the singer, also his jaw looked squarer.
“Penny, let’s go.” He sounded terse. “Now!” he snapped as she simply sat and stared at him.
She stood up and retrieved her passport. Staring bemused at the name on her passport, Mrs. Penny Jayne Forrester, her conviction wavered. How could this document be wrong? It had travelled all the way to America and back in her bag. Perhaps shehadbanged her head during the flight after all?
Slowly she closed her passport and placed it in her bag. David held out his hand to her and after a moment’s hesitation, she placed her palm into the stranger’s clasp.
Chapter Two
“This is your house?” Penny gasped as the taxi turned down a private lane and onto a horseshoe gravel driveway.
“Our house,” he corrected.
She wandered up and down the shingle frontage of the imposing yellow brick Victorian detached house and admired the surrounding garden full of spring flowers.
“Penny,” he called.
She hurried over to where he stood; the front door was open and he gestured her inside. Once in the hallway, she gazed about in awe. This was the kind of place she’d always dreamed of owning. It was even decorated exactly to her taste. Placing her hand on the rounded brass knob of one of the closed doors, she opened it. Stepping through the doorway, she found herself in a living room.
“I love that mirror!” she exclaimed, gazing at a Victorian mirror hung above the fireplace.
“You should, it was your find. Remember you bid higher than we’d agreed at the auction? But you won it,” David told her.
Turning slowly, she absorbed the decor, from the pale grey flocked wallpaper to the matching grey couch, dressed with slub-toned tartan throws. The parquet floors were polished in a rich honeyed wood. David moved to a side table and picked up a photo frame.
She gingerly took the picture and stared at herself standing beside David Forrester. They were both dressed in wedding outfits and looked radiantly happy. There was no doubt it was her in the picture, but how could that be? Perhaps she had a twin and they’d somehow switched lives, yet how? Her head throbbed; she felt overloaded, stunned.
“My head aches,” she muttered.
“Okay, sit yourself down there for a while. I’m going to take your case upstairs. I’ll run you a bath and make us some tea while you soak.”
“Thank you. That sounds nice,” she said, lifting her lips to give a wan smile.
