One rested in a box in the back of the closet. It was the first thing someone gave me when I first came to the Bell, with amnesia. Adam had bought me a dress, wanting me to feel pretty when he took me down to the promenade for dinner. The memory filled my eyes with tears. He had been so patient, waiting for me for all that time, hoping I would remember. I’d had time to fall in love with him all over again before my memories returned. It was a long time ago. The dress might not even fit anymore. Looks shouldn’t matter, it wasn’t like I was meeting the real him, and I could just as well wear a burlap sack. The impostor was good, but not good enough to fool me. Right? I still pulled it on and fluffed my hair, and when I entered the bridge, John whistled through his teeth. “You are gorgeous.” “Thank you.” “Do you think it’s him?”
