By: Cambria Hebert

A few moments later, my voice filled the room. “I love you, Eddie. So much.”

“I love you, too, baby,” he replied.

“This isn’t over yet.” I tried in my own way to warn him. I wasn’t even quite sure what I was warning him about.

“I know.”

“I’m scared,” I acknowledged, the words that I might not be the girl he lost after all on the very tip of my tongue.

Eddie rose, my back flattened on the bed. Our eyes met and held. I searched for something in his stare that might prove the deep-rooted fear the widow somehow planted. I didn’t see anything but love there.

“Don’t be scared,” he murmured, rubbing my cheekbone with his knuckles. “We’re together, and as long as we are, everything is going to be just fine.”

“Promise me.” I urged, grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“Cross my heart,” he said seriously. He mouthed the words I love you.

I believed him. I knew he loved me. I felt it. Hope, the emotion I remembered after I’d forgotten it all, welled up inside me, growing in strength with the look of love in Eddie’s gaze.

Maybe he was right. Maybe as long as we were together, everything would turn out just fine.

I smiled. He lay down, and I snuggled into his chest.

Even though he’d made me feel more at ease, the widow’s words still haunted my thoughts.

You aren’t Sadie.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. If I would ever know the truth. And if I wasn’t Sadie…

Who was I really?