730, that is how many days it has been since we exchanged vows. Two years since I became Mrs. Clarkson. I stare down at my hand and see the ring that he put there. I never expected to be happy after Matthew had been killed but I find I am happy. I have an occupation, I'm head of Nursing at Grantham Cottage Hospital. The charities I have started are running smoothly. Crawley House has a new tenant and things seem to have settled down. After Richard and I married the Grantham's held a party for us. Cora seems to have softened I think that has to do with our shared Grandson. For our first wedding anniversary Richard was given a new suit he felt it was rather lavish for the cotton anniversary but I think it is quite nice. Edith gave me a gift of cotton which was more for Richard than for me. Nonetheless what it inspired was a gift for me.

Today a box was delivered and Richard and I opened it together. Inside was a book with a handwritten note

Paper for second

Richard stares at the card, "I've seen this hand before I know I have."

I pick up the book and spy the title, The Medicine of Love I don't recognize the author.

Richard disappears to make tea and I start reading the novel. I'm surprised when Richard touches my cheek. Apparently he had been calling my name and I hadn't heard so engrossed in the novel I was.

"That good?" He asks in his Scottish brogue.

"It is actually" I tell him as I put the book down and pick up the teacup.

I find I can't put the book down and I as I read it I'm having a strange sense of deja vu.

"You know what I think this about us." I remark one evening in bed.

"Really?" Richard asks as he swings his legs into bed.

"From what I can discern the main characters are a man named Clark Dickson and Belle Turner. A Doctor and Nurse very much in love but are kept apart by society and other things."

"Who is the author?"

I flip the book over and look at the spine "E. Gordon"

"Doesn't ring any bells"

"Nor me" I affirm.

"Mystery" Is his mutter before he pulls me to him. I snuggle against his chest listening to the steady thump thump of his heart. An idea crosses my mind and I move one of my hands along his leg and I hear his heartbeat increase...I love being married.

Soon after I'm finished with the book I find Richard reading it. "You liking it?"

He smirks, "I'm usually not one for melodrama but this is quite good."

"Still unsettled by the mystery author?"

He then closes the book, "No, I'm certain I know who sent it."

My curiosity is peaked and he laughs as he gets up and retrieves two items. One is the note that accompanied the book and another is a letter. I notice the handwriting is almost identical. My eyes dart down to the bottom of the letter.

Lady Edith Crawley

"Edith" I gasp.

Richard smiles at me, "Who drove us home from Leeds?"

Suddenly it all makes sense.

Later in the week I am invited to tea with Edith and when we are alone I ask, "Why E. Gordon as a pseudonym, what is the significance behind it?"

She tells me of Patrick Crawley and the Canadian Soldier named Peter Gordon. It is still not known if that man was Patrick Crawley and how she will never know.

I don't want her dwelling on unhappy times so I ask about the book sales and I hear about investments. It is nice for Edith to have success. One thing is niggling at me, "What possessed you to write it?"

"Actually it was your idea!" Edith replies.

I tell Richard about my visit with Edith and he gives me a curious look, "What, what are you thinking about?"

"Well year three is leather...what will that bring?" He asks cheekily and I slap his shoulder.

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