Present day

"I'm sorry, but you have the wrong person"

"Syd it's me, Amber"

"I'm so sorry but you're wrong. I'm really sorry"

"I'm not wrong. I saw your picture, your green eyes, and the tattoo on your wrist"

I looked down at my wrist, the words Honey Bea was small but visible, but only if you were looking. Carol shifted by the bathroom sink, looking directly at me, and then she looked away to avoid my eye contact.

"I put that there... don't you remember?! on our fifth date? You told me you wanted to marry me and I told you to prove it so you took my hand, you walked us straight down the stairs into my studio and had me write that there on your wrist."

"I don't remember... because that wasn't me"

I rejected the call with a hard stab at the red phone icon and handed it to Carol before walking straight out of the restroom.

Carol came running after me but couldn't catch up.

She shouted after me to get my attention. "Please please you must listen honey. You are a missing person"

I was nearly back to James who was stood holding Bea in one arm, with his spare hand wrapped around Clarks. She was stood beside him, getting restless as kids did. James was chatting to Carol's husband, Alan, he and Alan looked at me as I stopped mid stride, his eyes full of questions. Clark jumped up and down at my appearance with excitement, happy that we can carry on into the park, and Beas face lit up with a gummy toothy smile.

I couldn't believe this woman was making this scene in front of my children. I turned back to Carol, anger filling every void in me, spilling out like a volcano about to erupt, and then right there in Disneyland Paris...I exploded. Out roared the lioness in me protecting her cubs.

"Listen lady, I am not a missing person. I am married. I am a mother. I am happy. I am not missing. Leave me alone or I'll get security"

"I know, I see that honey, but you need to believe me! Please, just give me some sort of way to contact you, where do you live?"

I laughed out of frustration. "I'm not telling you that. You're crazy"

Carol deflated, and upset she marched straight up to me, her arms reached out motherly and protective. I didn't like it.

"Let go of me" I cried, pushing her hands off of me "I'm sorry I upset you, really, but I'm not Sydney. I'm Samantha, Samantha Grant, a Wife and Mom from Colorado, that's all you need to know"

I left her stood there, and walked up to James. I picked Clark up from beside him and nodded for him to follow me.

James shook Alan's hand and waved to Carol saying. "Sorry"

As soon as we had got far enough away from the couple I sat down at a picnic area. I brought Clark down onto my lap, whilst James placed Bea down on the blanket that he had instinctively placed down.

"Are you okay Momma?" Clark asked. Her hazel eyes, they took me in, assessing the situation.

"I'm okay baby" I said softly, soothing her brow with my fingers "Momma just got upset with the lady but I'm okay now"

Clarks little features screwed up in response as she pondered over my words. "Okay. Can I go play on the slide?"

I smiled at her excitement, and glanced over, checking the play area out beside us. "Sure, go for it baby" I said, tapping her nose gently. She stood up and raced over to the slide while both James and I turned ourselves on the blanket to face her.

I hurriedly, and with an agitated expression, unpacked the picnic basket. I handed Bea her bottle with water, and a small triangle sandwich with her favourite jelly inside. She clapped and laughed. I couldn't help but smile.

James placed his large hands onto my shoulders and leant down to kiss my forehead. I looked down at the hairs on his arms, bleached blonde from his work outdoors this summer on his dad's ranch. I put my hand up to his and entwined them together, my wrist now turned toward me.

"Honey Bea" I mused.

"What about it" James asked, kissing my wrist.

Bea let out a giggle, she always did that when James kissed me. We both smiled back at her, and then he said what I knew was coming, but had tried desperately to avoid. "Are you Sydney Presley?"

I broke away from his embrace, trying not to raise my voice around Bea or Clark. "Of course not. How could you think that"

I slumped down, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and I cracked the can open, taking a sip. Clark was now playing with another little girl on the swings.

"I'm sorry baby" James apologised "I know you hate talking about this, but you told me yourself you don't know who you are. You told me that the day of our engagement. You told me Sam"

"I was drunk" I lied, feeling defensive and trying desperately to mask his questions.

"Yeah, you were three sheets to the wind, but you weren't lying, are you her? You know I wouldn't ask. I never ask questions, but its serious this time Sammy"

Bea crawled over to me on her podgy little legs and her green eyes all lit up for her mama. I scooped her up and kissed her cheeks and squished her nose against mine. She pressed her jelly sandwich into my cheek, and I laughed, putting her back down and wiping the jelly away.

"Sam?" James pressed.

He shifted over the blanket and tipped my chin up so that I was looking at him.

A tear escaped my eyes, and with lips trembling I confessed. "I don't know"

I had pushed this so far down into the depths of me, the dreams of the girl in the locket and the unknown feelings, the wonder of who I am. I had my moments. I had looked for her over the years, the girl in the locket, my intuition telling me she was an important puzzle piece as to whom I was. I knew she was someone that I cared for so very deeply. The dreams I had, had been obviously pointing to the fact we had loved each other in some way, and the pain of losing her was apparent, even when my memory was a black hole. I didn't look at the locket anymore, it was confusing, I hid it away in a shoe box afraid of James's questions. I was so lost, alone for so long, she carried me through, her and then Clark. When I met James I dreamt of her less and less. When James had proposed I knew I had to let that previous life go, so that I could start my new one, and it wouldn't be until Bea was born that they came rushing back, like the waves that had threatened to once drown me.

The girl in the locket was there when I closed my eyes, and I didn't know why Bea triggered them. I had managed to find a way after a while, to lose the girl again in my subconscious. It was easy really, loving my daughters, and being their mama, it made me feel like I wasn't lost anymore. Bea had my eyes, she had my nose, my hands and feet. Clark, she lacked my physical attributes but she had my spirit and my heart from day one, both were a part of me that broke away, it was like I was now wearing my heart on the outside of me, in them. With my heart given to my baby's, it didn't hurt anymore. I was anchored in my daughters, and the girl in the locket began to float away.

"James, I don't need to know. I don't want to open this can of worms, please let's pretend this didn't happen, please."

He took my hand and kissed it. "Okay, I won't talk about it again, but if it's true Sam then someone out there is looking for you"

His blue eyes were full of regret for the situation which wasn't even his fault. This is why I loved him, he was kind and sincere. There was something in James face right now that unsettled me though.

"What did you say to that Alan guy?" I asked.

"Nothing... look it was a phone number that's all. No address just a number"

"What number?"

"Your cell phone"

"What?" I raised my voice. I reached into the diaper bag and grabbed my phone. I pulled the case apart in two seconds and ripped the battery out tossing it back inside.

I was up now pacing. Bea was screaming and Clark had jumped at the sound of my voice. I had shocked them with my raised voice. Bea's face turned bright red in her cheeks. I picked her up and kissed her cheeks and soothed her, rocking her in my arms trying to stop her tears. "Clark come here baby" I called, she started to run over, waving back at the friend she had made on the swings.

"I know you're going to get mad, but he knows the hotel name too" James confessed, standing.

"We have to change hotels" I demand, as I kissed Beas forehead. Clark wrapped her arms around my thigh. I picked her up too, balancing them both on my hips and kissing her cheek.

"We can't. We are booked for a week. I paid a fortune for that room Sam. We don't have the money for another" James said, as he watched me balance the girls.

Bea's cries had turned to small little hiccups as Clark soothed her with her own hands, cupping her little red cheeks and mimicking the way I soothed them both myself. "Don't cry little sister"

I suddenly felt like the worst mother ever, how could I of upset them like that. I stopped pacing. "Okay, we can stay there but let's not answer any phone calls or even the door. Those people seemed insistent. I'm leaving that cell in bits too. I'll have to change my number when we get home"

James moved, towering over me. He kissed the girls forehead and then mine. Bea reached up for him and he pulled her up onto his broad shoulders. She grabbed fistfuls of his sandy hair, and Clark and I laughed at his howls of pain.

"Serves daddy right" I laughed.

"Let's go to the castle Momma" Clark asked sweetly. She had been so patient that I would let her do whatever she wanted to for the rest of the day.

"Yes lets" I replied, placing her back down and taking her hand.