She Forgets Me but Remembers Her First Love
"Please, Leslie. You can hit me and curse at me all you want. Can we go back to how we were before and live a good life together?"
She pressed her forehead into the muddy ground, lowering herself into the dust. "Please… Don't leave me…"
Her tears fell onto the ground, spreading into small patches of pewter. I didn't lash out at her or help her up. I simply pulled over a dirty rag from the side and slowly wiped the engine oil from my hands.
"You're mistaking me for the wrong person, Ms. Stone. We're already divorced," I said, looking at her from above. My voice was calm, without a trace of emotion, as if I were talking to a stranger.