Never in my life did I ever think it was possible. I must admit I was thinking he was a stalker maybe...he might have known just how much he knew by being a stalker and now giving me some stupid make up story to hold unto. But me being down here in his basement in front of a woman who was placed on a cushion table which had silver legs. It was the same woman I saw in the portrait upstairs and but this time she was pale and sickly compared to how cheerful and loved she looked in the portrait. I felt sympathetic toward her and I felt the urge to help but there was nothing I could do.
"All I can do is brief you the story Helen, only your mother can tell you everything. What you saw online was to draw you to me, so many have questioned me over it but I told them it was just a theory that was
