‘Dearest Mike, I can’t go on. Love, Leslie.’
When I picked up the scrap of paper from the sidewalk, my first impulse was to call 9-1-1. But what would I say? I didn’t know either one. Was Leslie ending their relationship or her life? Did she throw the note away before sending it? Or had Mike tossed it after reading it? Was he that callous? Did he even love her? Clearly, Mike didn’t deserve someone like Leslie.
I had to take her point-of-view. What else could I do? In the end, it was all too much. I threw the note away.