I know it’s the right house. I inherited her memories, but not the associated emotions and for that I am truly grateful.
What I am about to do is not the person I am. But there was an agreement, a debt that must be honoured.
Although he recognises me, I think at the end he realises the person behind the face is not her. She would never do this, and he’s always banked on that.
As I leave, I think I hear the murmur of a sorrowful soul, finally at peace beyond the Great Divide.
But now, on with my new life.