“You dropped this,” she said, slipping a folded note into my jacket pocket before I could answer. I was a firefighter leaving her house after a late-night call, and I didn’t even know her name. Three days later, we had dinner. Three months later, I overheard her on the phone saying her kids’ names — and realized everything she’d told me was a lie. But the worst part? I still wanted her.
“You dropped this,” she said, slipping a folded note into my jacket pocket before I could answer. I was a firefighter leaving her house after a late-night call, and I didn’t even know her name. Three days later, we had dinner. Three months later, I overheard her on the phone saying her kids’ names —…
