Gone

May 1912

New York, 5th Street

Cora walked down the street with her son, Henry. She had to get a few things for Martin before he got home from work If only to avoid her husband's temper. For some reason her life felt so wrong. Henry had been a baby at the time she was hurt so badly she couldn't remember her husband. If she had maybe she wouldn't have gone back to him. George's nanny used to hit her too. Maybe Martin was the reason for her head injury at the time. She dared not ask him. Only slept to spend time in her dreams where she was married to a handsome Englishman, an Earl and she was a Countess with three beautiful daughters as well as her son. For some reason when she woke she felt like she was lost as though this couldn't possibly be her life, being beaten by a drunken husband alone without parents who abandoned her . At least per Martin. She could find no evidence of her life before marriage in her home. Why did she name her son George? Was he an uncle or her father?

"You! Miss!" Cora turned to see a man rushing up to her. She grabbed George's hand in fear. "Um yes?"

"Are you Miss Levinson?"

She shook her head but for some reason the last name rag a bell.. But why?

"I'm afraid I'm not."

"Oh, I am sorry. it's just my employer saw you and thought you were his niece who went missing 11 years ago in Yorkshire England."

She shared a glance with George. That's where Martin found her. "What is Miss Levinson's first name?"

"Coraline."

"Please take me to your employer. I don't know if I am her as I had a head injury 11 years ago and was found in Yorkshire. Oh, and my name is Cora."

"Mother, are you sure about this?" George hissed in her ear. "what if dad finds out you're trying to learn about your past? I can't watch him hurt you again!"

She hugged him. "I know George, but I just can't shake the feeling that this shouldn't be our life," she said, crying. He hugged her tight.

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Her name is Cora and has amnesia?"

"Yes, Sir. She has a young man named George with her. He looks about 12.

"Send her in immediately!" George Russell exclaimed. He couldn't believe this. Did he really find Cora? Martha never said she came back to America, just that she'd been missing all these years.
The door opened and He found himself in front of his favorite niece. She looked pale and thin. Bruises on her arms and dark circles under her eyes. The boy looked like Isidor when he was that age. "Hello," she said with an uncertain smile. Poor thing was probably nervous. He was angry at whoever stole aware that strong young woman he waved off to England all those years ago.