“You!” My mind reeled and my heart skipped several beats.
“Now, first, before what is sure to get out of hand, let me say this. I wrote this as a piece of fiction four years ago. I sent it to you because I really did want to see you again. I did not expect what happened to you, him cheating on you and the divorce or getting attacked. You looked like you had a loving family and I didn’t want to ruin that. I just wanted to talk, and thank you.”
“Thank me for what!” I wasn’t sure what he meant. The revelation that this was who I came to see had astonished me. I had expected a woman… Oh… Joanne Darcy, John Delaney, I see what he did there. It was a woman my counterpart in his story met at the reunion. I'm going to be sure to ask him about that. He looked down and frowned slightly.
“I didn't
