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I didn't need to think about it. I knew the answer from the moment Sonya walked out of the diner. What confused me were the circumstances surrounding my decision. I never saw myself as a good person. I doubt my wife ever did either.
I never knew what Ellen saw in me. There wasn't much to see, if I'm being honest. We met, of all places, in Cassie's Diner. I had been going there to meet a friend of mine, Bruce, for coffee late one night. I didn't have much of a social life—I still don't—so when he called asking to get together, I agreed. Mostly, this was just so I could escape my boring existence, if only for an hour or so.
He'd already arrived by the time I got there and he was involved in a conversation with a girl who sat at the next table over, a textbook and notebook paper with hig
