Elijah looked at the photograph like a thunderbold had hit him. It looked unreal. There was two of them. So identical. He now gulped turning the photo around and under thunderbolt hit him as he read - Kat and Elena.

"Elijah" he heard Elena call him just before the doir, and he quickly put the photo and the album back in the draw, closing it.

Elena now entetered the room and then the walking closet.

"You cant't find it? We should have sent Jackie."

Elijah turned to Elena as he got to another drawer and got the clutch bag.

"Is it this one?"

"No."Elena opened another drawer and got the bag she thought of.

"You didn't say there are three different drawers." Elijah said.

"Well, I am not really sure how many bags there are. I've just recently learned myself. There is so many things. I think I will give most of it away. Jackie told me that there are dresses I didn't wear for years. And that I very rarely put on the same outfit twice. Can't believe that I am like this." Elena said.

Elijah looked at Elena now still in a mental daze. There were millions of questions swarming in his head.

Could this be - Elena? That's what she had called herself as she got out of the coma. And if this was Elena!? Where, the Hell was Katherine?

"Elijah, are you all right?" Elena noticed the way he looked at her somewhat lost.

"Yes, yes. I just thought of - something for work. Come on, let's go. We will be late." Elijah smiled a little, trying hard to stay composed.

Elena nodded and they exited the room.

The whole evening at the party, he looked at Elena when she was mingling with Caroline, trying to notice something unusual about her. And then again, she was not herself entirely, because of the memory loss. And how could he now see something out of place?

More questions started piling up. If there was a twin sister, why would Katherine never talk about her? Why would she keep her secret? Were they playing him all these past four years he has been married? And he was with both sisters? No, this couldn't have been?! They could not be such tricksters?! Why would they do it? None of this made sense. But, things were not right, he felt. Something was so wrong.

He didn't know what to think. As they got home that evening, one minute he wanted to burst out and get the photo out of the album and ask her about it, but the next minute he shut down, knowing that it would bring nothing. She didn't know who she was entirely anyway. But then he thought that the photo album would jug her memory. Now, in the shower, Elijah sighed and put his head under the water. He had to have a cool head about this. That was something he could master, but how will he deal with his heart. His heart that burned, raged, wanted to explode.
Cool, cool. Elijah, rational. This is the only way you can go through this.

But how could he be rational about this, her. As he now got out of the shower and got himself ready for bed, walking into the bedroom, he saw her looking at him with love, approaching him, laying a kiss on his lips. And his hands landed on her arms wanted to push her away. But, he didn't. Kissing her sweetly back, her lips on his neck, her hands on his chest gliding down, tugging now at the side of his pijamma trousers, made his resistance crush. Why could he not resist her. Like bewitched, he succumbed to her.

Later that night as Elena laid in his arms later, serenely asleep, Elijah stared into nothing. Some strange kind of numbness took hold of him. He couldn't think. He couldn't deal with his emotions.

In the morning, he slipped away pretty early.

Running had always helped him clear his head. And he had hoped his jumbled up emotions as well.

In the mean time, Elena reached for Elijah, but found his side of the bed empty.

She then looked at the clock and saw that it was 6.35.

It was not unusual for Elijah to get up early, she learned that much, but if was Sunday, and he would take Sundays off. But she didn't really think too much to it and made herself comfortable falling asleep again.

Elijah, on the other hand couldn't be more alert. After a run, he got some coffee and a beignet, his brain working thousand miles an hour.

As he had his breakfast, he now took his phone out and pressed a number.

"Yes, Powell. I want you to investigate," he paused there for a second and then said,"my wife."

Powell was an P. I. Elijah used when he wanted investigate delicate business dealings and go into more private spheres of people he was dealing with. The man said nothing except that he was right on it.

Elijah swept the call off and now got a taxi.

A while later, entering the house, he asked about Elena, well saying Katherine, of course.

The maid answered that his "wife" was still asleep. She then asked if she was to prepare breakfast.

"Yes. We will take it in the bedroom." Elijah said and now ran up the stairs.

Entering the bedroom, he saw Elena still asleep, and went to the bathroom to shower. Having heard the water running, Elena now woke up and seeing Elijah's sweat hoody on the chaie, she got up and yawning a bit got in the bathroom.

"Hey," Elena said,"you were up early."

Switching of the water now, Elijah got out of the shower. Taking the towel, wrapping it around his waist, he gave Elena a look. Serious. And then smiling, "Yes. Sometimes I like to get up early."

She now stood facing him, fingers running up his chest."You can wake me up next time and we can go running together."

Elijah looked like time froze for a second.

This was something Katherine never said. Never would do. And the bit of gym time she did was a must.

Everything in Elijah screamed. This woman, that looked at him lovingly, taking his hands in hers. This woman, was not his wife. He was so very sure of it now.

"Elijah" Elena started, but  a knock on the door interupted her.

Knowing it was Jackie, Elijah now passed by Elena, getting in the bedroom, inviting the maid with the breakfast in.

The woman left the tray on the table as she had been doing always when they had breakfast in the room.

"That's all. Thank you." Elijah said to the maid, who exited the room.

Elena, having refreshed herself, now came in finding Elijah in his walking closet.

"Do you want jam on your bagel?" Elena asked.

"No, I will just have coffee." Elijah replied.

Inside the walking closet as he put the shirt on and trousers, he looked at himself in the mirror.
How can you love her?