Known and Unknown

The white stone seemed to shine in the grime of the city. Putting her shoulders back, just as her mother taught her, Ramona climbed the marble steps, hoping and praying she would find her sister within these doors.  

Reaching the top of the steps, Ramona was stretching her gloved hand towards the brass knob on the door when she heard her name.

“Ramona! Ramona!” Shivers bolted up her spine. Only one voice in the world could say her name like that. She spun around and there he stood.

“Stephen!?” She exclaimed with amazement. Tears filled her eyes and before she knew it she was running to him. She flung herself into his arms and held him tight. He was so solid and firm. Real. She inhaled his smell and looked up, searching for the familiar green gaze, and she found it. His eyes were sparkling and she noticed they were also a little damp from tears, yet a smile was spreading across his face.

“I have missed you so much!” She said her voice full of breathless delight.

He chuckled in response “And I you my love.” My love. Oh! He still loved her! It had been more than a month since she had last seen him. Since she had last been in his arms. Ramona had almost forgotten the warmth and safety that she had come to know there. She looked up into his green eyes again. She had expected him to come when she had asked in her last letter, but one thing puzzled her. New York had hundreds, goodness thousands, of people how did he find her here?

“How?” She asked, “How did you find me?”

Stephen bit his lip. It was a nervous habit of his. “It is a long story Mona. I would much rather tell it to you at your hotel.” She looked up at him with even more bewilderment. Stephen answered her look at once.

 “I know where Sarah is.”