My mother as always tried getting me married to numerous men. She pleaded, threatened, staged a heart attack, tried drama and theatrics but nothing worked. It never will.

It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact I may not see Steve again. After I completely recovered from my injury which took about 6 months, I decided to search for him. I stopped all my clinical practices. For about 3 years, I did nothing but search for him. I need answers.

Everyday morning I go out, not knowing where I am going and what I am going to do. And everyday I return with tears. It is then I decided I need a word with Mrs. Lusisa de Bourbon, the nasty woman behind all these. She refused to meet me at first. But I kept pursuing and finally after an year of pleading, she agreed to meet me.

"Why did you do this to me? Why did you do that to him?" that was the first thing I asked her.

"He is meant to do great things, and you were on his way" she said bluntly.

"Where is Steve? Did you kill him?"

"Well, it took him absolutely no time to form a pack with Sophia and her father, sell whatever the shares he had and help them with an acquisition of the family wealth which was accumulated over centuries. Ungrateful dog" she said with hatred.

"Well, may be you should have thought of that before you shot the love of his life" I told her really pissed off at her attitude.

"Why are you here?" she asked me.

"I want to see Steve. I don't know where he is"

"And do you think I care where he is?"

"Your husband sow his wild oats, you adopted him and used him. Don't you at least want to give him a chance to be happy?" I questioned her knowing very well she doesn't care.

"I am old and I will die. But I have one small happiness until I die. That is to know Steve will never be happy. I don't know what he saw in you. And I am also not sure what is so great about you that he thought it is worth sacrificing so much to avenge me and protect you. But he will die unhappy and that is a small consolation" and she got up from her seat.

Before I kill her myself, I left the room.

Even after 7 years, every day I wake up thinking of him. I sleep thinking about him. Jen got married sometime back and has a baby right now. We meet up not so often as I like but often enough.

"Sarah, enough crying over him. Just start it all over girl. Get a life. Marry and have children. You know we all care about you, yea?" Jen said over lunch.

"Not you also Jen. I have made up my mind. It's Steve or no one" I told her firmly , closing the subject.

"How is your clinic work going on?"

"Actually, I am over booked. I don't know why I am still the sought after psychiatrist when I need help to deal with my trauma" I told her lightly.

"7 years is a long time" she said.

"And I have a life time to go. By the way, I have some work shop in Paris. Thinking of going over"

"That would be good. Are you the keynote speaker?" she asked me as generally that's the case.

"One of the speakers"

And the week off will give me some breathing space as well. So I decided to pack my bags and go to Paris. Mom wasn't happy about it. She isn't happy about anything I do anymore. But I have come accept it and live with it.

I have been to Paris many times. It is one of my favorite places in the world for a reason. I checked in with the hotel. And took my walk down the street which is nice to walk on any day. The art and history rich city is one place I can spend my entire life forgetting everything else except the love of my life.

I saw some painting and stopped to admire them. They were by amateur artists. And suddenly something caught my attention. The lake, the couple man and woman, the woman resting her head on the man's shoulder all looked familiar. I remember the color of my headscarf, I remember that lake which I have been to like a million time ever since, and I know the man in the picture.

"qui cet artiste?" (who is this artist) I asked the man with the little French I know.

"Je ne sais pas" (I don't know) he told mer.

"Who will know?" I asked him again, my heart beat is raising.

"Why do you ask? Do you want to buy it?" He asked me rudely.

"How much is it?"

"1000 euros"

"Okay, I will pay you 5000 euros. I want his telephone number and address. I don't want him know you gave it to me. But if you do it, I will give you 5000 euros" I told him.

"I can find it, come tomorrow" he told me surprised by my offer.

"No, I am going to sit here until you get the details of the person. You do it, and I will give you 5,000 euros which I can give you right away" and I will compensate him my entire wealth if he only ask to get the details.

He made some phone calls. Then wrote down something and made some more calls.

"Madam, this piece is sold to me by some other vendor. He says someone gave him that. I can't track the person madam. I am sorry. I tried" he said.

"10,000 euros is my offer for you to find the telephone number and address of the person. I will introduce to Hotel Conrad, Hotel Ritz Carlton and other hotels who will buy paintings from you. I will come back in couple of hours time with the money. Keep my details. This is my number. call me as soon as you hear something"

He was shocked and nodded life a puppy. Good. if he doesn't I need to give him more money and incentives, until he finds it for me. I went to the hotel. I couldn't eat , sleep or sit. I felt very restless. There is only one person who knows that scene. And only one person able to make the drawing. And no matter what it cost me, how much it cost me, I will find out.

After what seemed like a century just before it was 8 p.m , I got a call from the vendor.

"I have the details madam" he said.

"Come to the ritz carlton hotel now. I am in the lobby" it will take him about 15 minutes to walk to the hotel and he did.

As promised, I handed him over the money after checking the name, which is Steve Armstrong. He was reluctant to take as he was ripping me off. But I told him, until the day I die, I will remember him for what he did, he took the money. I introduced him to the manager at Ritz. And then asked the hotel cab to take me to the address. It is a good 3 hour drive he said, but I waited for 7 years and wouldn't mind waiting for another 3 hours.