Daphne was standing over me with a troubled look on her face. I gathered my nerve and gave her a weary smile.
“You know, you might be right. Maybe we’re tied together some way,” I suggested.
She just nodded her lovely head. I sat up and said, “I really need to get back to Shepherdstown, see to the school, and do some thinking.”
“I guess we both do,” she added. I had a sudden feeling that a wall had gone up between us, and it hurt me deeply.
I got out of bed and stood up. I staggered a little, and Daphne caught my arm to steady me. I had to wait a moment to gain my equilibrium, then I pulled her into my arms. She nestled next to me with her head on my shoulder and began to cry silently.
With tears in my eyes, I croaked, “I am so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you so much, but your insight has shaken me to my core.”
She looked up at me with tear-stained cheeks and spoke in a sorrowful voice, “I love you, too. Please don’t do anything to jeopardize our life together.”
I looked down at her and stated, “I will do my best, but I have to find out how I got here.” She suddenly put her hands over her face and rushed from the room, sobbing.
I stood there, looking at the doorway she had just ran through, and said out loud, “What am I going to do?” I finally looked down and saw that I was dressed in a long nightshirt that ended just below my knees. I looked around and saw an armoire in the corner. I walked to the 19th Century closet and found my clothes hanging on funny wooden hangers and my shoes on the floor. I dressed and proceeded warily down the stairs, not wanting to hurt my wounds. However, there were no twinges, aches, or pains, so the last few steps, I sort of nimbly skipped down like a dancer. I looked up and saw one of the servant ladies looking at me with eyes so wide you could see the whites around her pupils. I thought it best if I got out of the house as soon as possible, because I knew stories about my physical healing would abound and this would add to the repertoire.
When I asked the startled lady where Mrs. Douglas was, she had lost her voice and only pointed to the right parlor. I thanked her and entered the room. Mrs. Douglas was looking out the window and turned to look at me. She gave me a malevolent stare and demanded, “What have you done to Daphne?”