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A/N: Here we are. The very last chapter. Thank you for all the nice reviews, suggestions, and comments. I appreciate it. I hope you all have enjoyed this story. I pray you have a blessed New Year. – Alia G. L.

Chapter 32: Epilogue

I am now sixty-five years old; the same age when I left Paris to return here. I am still married to my other husband and we have lived a full life. I've had four children (two are twins) and they, in turn, have had more kids. My first child was a lively little boy. Out of consideration for the dead, I named him Erik. My husband questioned the meaning of the name but I told him it was a long story. He trusted him. He's always trusted me, though he knows I am hiding something. Lord bless him.

All my other children are the apples of my eye, but Erik was always special. He acted like my past husband; always curious and creating new and amazing objects. Little Erik went on to become an inventor. The rest of my children were girls: Amanda, Aimee, and Maria. Amanda and Aimee are the twins. They've all grown and have families of their own. We visit them often.

I have learned to laugh in my loneliness. I still miss Erik with all my heart. I now know what it must have been like for him. Always thinking about the person, but never being able to see them. It wrenches your heart apart until you're half the person you were. My best friend has helped me with that and I don't believe I have fallen too much into the trap of self-pity.

My husband and I have visited Paris once or twice more since our honeymoon. Each time, I nearly ran to the old graveyard. He couldn't understand my fascination with the place, but left me in peace. I never found Erik's grave. The possibility occurred to me that the Paris I had been in was one from an alternate dimension. If that was the case, his grave would be there but not here. On my last trip to Paris, I bid adieu to the graveyard. I have no desire to ever go there again.

How many more years I have left to live, I cannot say. Maybe I'll be blessed with a long life. Maybe I'll die tomorrow. I don't know. All I know is that I will use this time I have with my husband wisely. Neither of us knows when the other will depart.

I pray you have enjoyed this trip through my past. It is a story I don't tell often, but know it shall be revealed to the world. Be kind to an old lady; don't tease me too much. May your lives be as rich as mine have been, but with less heart ache. As the song says, "Think of me. Think of me fondly, as we say good-bye."