I stopped and rolled down the window before I realized what I was doing. Startled, she glanced up, her wide eyes meeting me.
I briefly thought she may flee, but she straightened up and brushed the dirt off her old pants. She merely looked at me suspiciously without saying anything.
“Do you require assistance?” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded odd as I inquired. I wasn’t the kind to approach strangers, much less give assistance to someone in her predicament. “What are you offering?”
She retorted sharply, but her tone sounded tired, as if she had heard every fake assurance the world had to give. As I got out of the vehicle, I said, “I don’t know.” “I saw you there just now, and… it didn’t seem right.”
She looked at me with her arms crossed, obviously not knowing what I was trying to do. “Life is what’s wrong,”
She whispered. And infidelity, especially from bad spouses. However, you don’t seem like someone who is really knowledgeable about it.
