Little Miss Perfect

Epilogue

..............................15 Years Later................................

A small cafe in East London.

The Russian woman smiles at me. A deep, sad smile. I expected her to take notes, like she had been doing for the past few hours, but instead she mourns silently with me for my dead lover.

A few minutes later she speaks, her accent heavy, from a loss of control. "And you just left America like that?"

I smiled. "I went to the nearest bank and took out all my money. Then I took the nearest train to Ohio, "

I remembered the journey. It was all on the same day and thinking back to that morning seemed like it had happened a month ago. And thinking that just over a week ago, I could have saved his life squeezed all emotion out of me.

Then arriving on the amazingly sunny train platform,