Wednesday, May 13, 2020

"Love Eternal" by Lisa Forget -- Chapter 2


Despite getting very little rest over the course of the weekend, thanks to strange and vivid dreams, Gwen was determined to keep her Monday morning appointment with Reverend Matthews. He expected her at his office to sign final papers, and settle her mother’s affairs. However hard it would be, she had to cope with her grief and face things head on to take care of what needed to be done.
 Tucking her handbag under her arm, Gwen opened the front door only to be met by piercing black eyes. “Oh, my goodness, it’s you!”
“My apologies,” the stranger from the cemetery said. “I was just about to knock.”
 “You startled me.” The man who’d been appearing in some of those strange dreams she’d been having, was now standing right in front of her.
“You remember me.” His eyes searched her face.
“I…I was distraught at the time, but of course…I mean yes, I remember you from… the other day.” The heat rose in her cheeks and her pulse quickened as she gripped the door, trying to make sense of her reaction to a man she didn’t even know. “Can I help you?”
“Actually, I think you’re the only one who can.”
She glanced past him, scanning the road in front of her house. “Is someone hurt?” 
“No, it’s nothing of that nature,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s that… you’re the only one who can help me. Actually, I believe we’re destined to help each other.”
 “Destined? I’m sorry Mr…?”
“Pryce.” He tipped his hat.
“Mr. Pryce,” she repeated, noticing his accent but unable to quite place it. “I don’t understand.”
“Our meeting one another has been a long time in coming.” He raised his hand to his brow, wiping what looked to be a nervous sheen. “I’ve been looking for you for months.”
“Looking for me?” His words should have raised some sort of alarm; but when his eyes again met hers,  Gwen was distracted by how they weren’t black, but a beautiful warm brown, flecked with gold.  A gust of wind blew through the open door, making her shudder. “Whatever for?” 
“Could you spare a few moments to speak with me?” Mr. Pryce held on to his hat, as the wind seemed determined to blow it away.
“I have an appointment this morning Mr. Pryce. Couldn’t you just tell me why you’re here and why you’ve been looking for me?”
“It’s complicated and a mite unbelievable. If I don’t have a few moments to explain properly, I may make such a mess of this that you’d be inclined to order me off your porch.”
 “I just might do that anyway.”
“Yes, of course, and that would be completely understandable,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. He nodded and then let out a breath.  “It would seem…I can’t live without you.”
“W-What?” She sputtered. “You’ve definitely mistaken me for someone else.”
            “Believe me, I’m not mistaken.”
“Oh, you are, Mr. Pryce, and if you’ll excuse me, I really have to go.” Gwen reached out to close the door, but Mr. Pryce caught her hand with his.
“Please give me a chance to explain, Miss Evans.”
She went still. “How do you even know me?”
 “This isn’t how I imagined it would be. I’m sorry.”
“Imagined what would be?” Gwen wondered if he meant the tingling sensation emanating from where his hand touched hers.  
“I don’t want to frighten you. I promise, I mean you no harm.”
She pulled her hand from his grasp, looking him squarely in the eye. “I’m not afraid.”
“Then you’re braver than I.” His eyes were filled with an emotion Gwen felt was surely too intimate to be appropriate.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” 
 “You don’t know how important this moment is for me. Please, allow me just a few moments.”
His sincerity rang true, Gwen thought, and hadn’t she, only a few days ago, wished for a few more moments to find out more about him?
“I’ll give you ten.”
“I’ll make them count.” Mr. Pryce crossed the threshold and entered the house.

* * * *
“You have a lovely home.” Mr. Pryce’s gaze shifted to the portrait above the piano.
“That’s my grandmother in the painting,” Gwen said, glancing up at Nan’s youthful, oval face. Her fine features framed by rich caramel coloured hair, a shade darker than Gwen’s but wavy and long like hers. Her almond-shaped, ocean-blue eyes looked out from under her long, dark lashes. They held a playful sparkle, and in Gwen’s opinion, her grandmother’s most striking feature. 
“You look like her.”
 “Nan used to say the women in our family had a strong resemblance.”
“Is that so?”
Gwen watched Mr. Pryce carefully as he took in his surroundings then turned back to her.  “Please tell me why you’re here.”
 “Yes, of course.” He placed his hat on the table by the settee. “I’ll begin by saying that our story began many years ago.”
“Our story? We’ve only just met.” 
            “That may be true but you might say I’m an old soul.”  
            “And how does that have anything to do with me?”
            “Well, I believe you are an old soul, as well.”
            “I still don’t see how our souls have –”
            “That’s why I came here. To invite you back to my home in Snowdonia.” The light in his eyes shone hopeful. “Where I believe everything would make sense.”
 “I’m stunned. Why would you come to Angel’s Cove thinking I’d go back with you?” Gwen’s eyes followed him as he began to pace back and forth.
 “Seeing the look of distrust in your eyes, I’m asking myself the same thing,” he replied. “After all this time, planning what I was going to say to you, I realize that I’ve gone about this all wrong.  I should have written to you. Introduced myself. Perhaps explained in a letter. I can’t blame you for thinking I’m out of my head.”
“It’s not that I think you’re crazy, only believing I would follow a stranger to wherever it is that you come from is—”
“Wales.” Mr. Pryce stopped pacing.
“You’re from Wales?”
“Yes, I live there with my family.  You have ancestors from there as well.”
A memory flashed in her mind of Nan recounting how their ancestors, the Brecons, had come from Wales.
Although you don’t know it yet, we are connected, you and I.”
Gwen stared at Mr. Pryce, her brows knitting together.
“I swear it’s the truth. I know everything would become clear if you return with me to the Snowdonia Mountains. I’m certain of it.”
 “How can you possibly think I’d go with you to Wales and why would I want to?”
A bead of perspiration ran down in his brow. “Because our families share an intimate history.”
 “For Heaven’s sake, I don’t even know you!”
“Miss Evans, you’ve only given me ten minutes to convince you…” He ran his hand through his hair, struggling for the right words to say. “Our history binds your family and mine in a way that we cannot live one without the other.”
“There you go again with that!”
“I understand you’ve-”
“You don’t understand anything about what I’ve gone through, Mr. Pryce.” She gripped the back of the chair. “I don’t know what you’re really looking for by coming here. I have no fortune hidden away.  I don’t know much about the history of my family, but I can guarantee I’m not the person you cannot live without.”
“Miss Evans, I’m not looking for money. I would never take anything from you.”
“Well I wanted to make it clear, since we don’t know each other.”
 “But I do know you,” he replied. “You were born January 25th 1914, the only child of Catherine Brecon and Thomas Evans.  You’ve lived in this town, in this house, all of your life.”
Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “Facts easily obtained if one knows where to look.”
“You were an excellent student, you’re an asset to the hospital, you attend church every Sunday, and you’re very well liked, especially by someone named John Allen.”
Was it her imagination, or did his jaw tighten when he mentioned John’s name? “John’s just a friend.”
“Anne Reilly, the woman who consoled you in the cemetery, she is your closest childhood friend.” The details were becoming more personal.
“Obviously, you have me at a disadvantage, and I don’t like it. How you were able to get people to tell you these things about me, confounds me.”
“I didn’t. They only confirmed what I already knew. I told you, there’s a connection. You hold the key to everything.” 
“What key?”
Mr. Pryce reached into his cloak, pulled out a black leather pouch and placed it in Gwen’s hand. “Open it. The contents might help explain.”
His fingers brushed her palm, sending a shiver up her arm. Gwen stared at the pouch for a brief moment before untying the leather thong and emptying its contents into her hand. She bit the inside of her lip to hide her surprise.
In her palm she held the same gold pendant as the one her mother left to her, the same one hidden beneath her blouse.
A soft vibrating hum resonated. Her eyes darted to Mr. Pryce, wondering if he could hear it, too.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Does it belong to you, Mr. Pryce?” 
“Yes. There’s an engraving on the back.”
Gwen turned the pendant over, staring at the familiar intricate artwork. The engraving was etched exactly the same with one difference.
 “Dwynwen,” she said aloud.
“Yes. And there is the first bit of evidence I have to prove our families are connected.”
“How so?” she asked.
 “Dwynwen is your grandmother’s name.  The engraving reads ‘A cross to guide us and a never-ending circle to bind us, forever’. It’s a promise. A vow. Made to Dwynwen. The first in your family,” he said, gesturing to the portrait on the wall. “Those who came after were named for her, your great grandmother included.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Dwynwen, she had a pendant just like this one. You have seen it, I’m sure.”
 “Mr. Pryce, I’ve never seen anything like it.” The pendant, like her lie, weighed heavy on her chest. “You claim to know all about my family, yet…”
 “Miss Evans, it is imperative that I return home as soon as possible. Your coming to Wales is a matter of life and death.  Doesn’t the engraving, and its message help convince you I’m connected to your family?”
“How could you possibly think such a thing?  There are no facts, no proof, only a name, which convinces me of nothing. You may know things about me, and the ability to find out more when you came to Angel’s Cove, but you can’t possibly know about the rest of my family. And if my grandmother did own a pendant like this, how would you know?”
“Because, I do, Miss Evans.”
            “That’s not the right answer. A matter of life and death….really!”  Gwen grumbled as she marched to the front door and threw it open. “Your time is up, Mr. Pryce.”
Mr. Pryce was on Gwen’s heels and when she turned, he caught her hands once more.
“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling something like an electric shock pass between them.
“I didn’t come all this way to give up so easily. I know Dwynwen had a pendant just like this one.” He stared down at the pendant still clenched in Gwen’s fist. “I believe your mother gave it to you.”
He knew about the pendant, the twin of the one in her hand!  But how? 
Damn it! Damn him!
Gwen pulled away from him, steadying herself on the banister of the staircase by the door, “All right, you won’t tell me how you know all these things, but maybe you can answer one question.”
“If I can, I will.”
 “Who is Liam?” 
Mr. Pryce stood unblinking for what felt to Gwen like an endless moment.  “I am.”
Gwen gasped for breath as the walls closed in on her.
“Gwen, are you all right?”  The man with the name that had only hours ago, echoed in the silence of her mournful home, called out to her as she felt her body sink to the floor. 
Mr. Pryce caught her in his arms, the pendant slipped from her grasp, falling onto the floor, where it landed with a soft thud.


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