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could, it was too late. A man claiming to be Aaron Davies showed up at the hospital and they released you to his care. He told them he was taking you to a nursing home, but he lied.”
    He paused as if expecting me to say something. But I was too numb to think. When Aaron had brought me here the last weekend in September, I didn't even remember my name.
    “He—” My voice caught in my throat. “We went home. Or to the house in San Francisco he told me was home. He worked with me every day and taught me to talk, walk and feed myself.” I began to shake. “After about a year, he got a job in San Diego.”
    The man perched next to me. “Letty, you have to believe me. I looked everywhere for you. I had his picture from the security camera at the hospital, but without having any other clues, you were just gone.”
    I remembered those first long months. All I could manage was to sit in a wheelchair. The man I called Aaron wouldn't let me watch television for fear that the images of the attack would disturb me. Or was he trying to prevent me from remembering?
    Aaron's comforting voice continued. “I reported your disappearance to the police, but since you had been admitted to the hospital and released, they suspected you had just run away.”
    His voice had subtly changed. He almost sounded upset with me. “Why?” I turned. Something teased at my memory but I couldn't bring it into focus.
    He gave me a tiny smile. “We'd argued. You had written a book that promised to be a bestseller. But I didn't want the notoriety that it would bring.”
    “A book?” I'd written a book? “About what?”
    He gave me an odd look. “Speaking to the dead.”
    “Then...” Oh my God. I was that Letitia Davies. I remembered clandestinely typing my name into the search engine on a computer at the library once. The name had generated a slew of hits about the reclusive author. Aaron had walked up and I had closed down the browser before he saw what I was searching for. So the spirits I saw weren't a result of the accident as I'd been led to believe. The world spun.
    “Are you okay?”
    I shook my head as tears threatened to overflow. “How did you find me now?”
    Aaron hung his head. “It's been seven years. All the money from your book's sales, over a million dollars now, had never been touched, and the private investigators I'd hired had never found any trace of you. I finally began to accept that you were deceased. Everyone kept saying I needed to get on with my own life. I—” His voice broke and he took a deep breath to steady it. “I went to a lawyer to find out what to do to have you declared dead. When my attorney called the county clerk's office to start getting the process underway, he found out someone claiming to be you had recently requested a copy of your birth certificate. I got the address from your paperwork, but when I showed up at the address in San Diego, no one was there.”
    “So how did you find me? Were you led here psychically?”
    Aaron gave me a wry grin. “Oh, honey. I'm not the least bit psychic. What I did was break into your house and go through your desk. When I found your reservation, I hoped you had come looking for me.”
    “Do you still love me?” I had to ask even though I was afraid of the answer.
    He just nodded. “So are you ready to go home?”
    “Home?” I looked up at him, stunned. Where was home? I felt as if things were finally falling into place, but I couldn't bear to go to another house that I didn't remember. “I can't.”
    “What? You don't want to live with me? I thought you loved it here in the Napa Valley.” Aaron looked stunned, as if I'd hit him with the same piece of masonry that had stolen my memory.
    “I don't remember anything of the past. Nothing about my childhood, my friends, my family. The only memories I have are of the last seven years, and I've just found out they were all a lie.”
    “Did you love him?”
    I nodded. “I think so. He was kind to me,