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n put on the table, stood up and stepped away. But then I heard my name in a soft call and felt Leo's hand fall over my hand, wrapped neatly. I have lost his hands how big. How warm they are, even in the midst of winter cost. I struggle to pull my hand out of his hand, but can not. Anyway, he has only his right hand, I think. My left hand is clenched under the table, still safe. I rub my thumb on the wedding ring and hold my breath. "I still miss you," Leo said. I looked at him stunned, speechless. Remember me? It can not be true - but rightly so, Leo does not lie. He would rather choose the cold, cruel truth. I'm sorry, Ellen, "he continued," what are you sorry for? "I asked, thinking that there were two kinds of apologies. There are apologies tinged with regret. Again apologies for the right meaning. That kind of simply begs for forgiveness, nothing else. "Everything," Leo says. There is nothing to say anymore, I think. I open my left finger...