Part 5 – Mystery Unravels
This is a continuation from the four posts below.
Lois told me that when Jane began her travels fifteen years earlier, she was trying to escape a recurring nightmare. A pain she couldn’t shake. She tried with all of her heart and soul to runaway from her memories. Her life was no longer that of a princess in a fairytale. Sure, she still had millions of dollars, but her life, as she knew it, was turned upside down.
During their late teens, Jane and her sister Lois were in a car accident. Their parents died. As if witnessing their parents’ death wasn’t traumatic enough, Jane was trapped in the backseat of the car, while her parent's crushed and battered, lifeless bodies were trapped in the front seats. It took rescue workers over an hour to pull Jane from the wreckage. Both of the girls were critically injured.
Jane’s legs were crushed and mangled. She required many surgeries and hundreds of hours of physical therapy. She had to learn how to walk all over again. But this time, there would be no Mom or Dad to hold her hand and help her take those first steps.
Why Jane always sat in the backseat of my car now made sense. Why she didn’t want to watch the news when they gave the traffic report, now made sense. Why she seemed so terribly sad while looking off in the distance now made sense. My heart ached for that princess. What I wouldn’t give to change things for her. What I wouldn’t do to take those visions and pain away. What I wouldn’t sacrifice to bring this princess a happily ever after.
“If she is slowly slipping away, can’t we get her to a doctor and find out why, and get her some help?” I asked.
“The last time I saw her, I tried. She ran.”
If her own sister couldn’t get her the help she needed, what were the chances that the Lanes could? When I relayed the story of Jane’s life to Mr. Lane, he took on a new level of understanding and sympathy. He too wanted to make life right for her again.
For a week we tried to unravel this mystery and now that we had, what could we do with the new information? Mr. Lane and I were completely torn. Quietly in bed at night, we would talk about how we could let her know that we knew what was going on. When the day came to approach her, neither of us could. By then, her sister, cousins, aunts and uncles and a couple of family friends made contact with us. It was clear that her family loved her and wanted her back home.
Stay tuned for the next installment tomorrow.