I watch the yellow cab drive off, my eyes locked on the license plate: LV0412.

I don’t know why I focus on it, but maybe it’s because I can’t stand to remember everything she just said—every truth spilling from that pretty mouth.

I let out a scoff. I hadn’t realized until now that she said I never acknowledged we’d had sex.

I’ve said a lot of things, done a lot of things to her… all in my head. The words and actions were too loud. I’d forgotten they weren’t real.

Now she ...