The car ride was silent. The both of you had different emotions about this divorce you had initiated. Leon was never home and the neglect was present despite him disagreeing. He didn’t want to lose you. He would daydream of the romance the two of you shared. He would daydream of you. His pretty woman in a white ballgown, him in his newly bought Richard Gere tux, getting married in the nearest courthouse and writing vows in such a rush.

He had an amulet with your face in the inside in his pocket on every mission he went on, looking at it when times were tough, a token of his life he had at home.

He remembered your marriage being officiated like it was yesterday. M-R-S dot Kennedy. You signed your name in pen with that fancy cursive, so happy to turn the paper in.

“You can have the house, or my car. It’s all I have in my name. But don’t leave. Or take off the ring for me. I know I won’t.” he keeps his eyes trained on the road.