My life as Dr. Jake Martin was not at its highest point. My wife – or should I say my ex-wife, Amanda Dillon, left me under the weight of the dead baby lie. It was too much for us to survive together. I haven't seen her in months. It's been rough, but I'm dealing.
I'm jogging through the park when I think I see her. I don't believe it at first – I mean, she was dead. But when I do a double take at the woman sitting on a nearby bench, I know it's really her. She was barely over five feet tall and had long brown hair flowing down below her shoulders. Her big brown eyes had captivated me in the past and this time was no different. It was her: the one and only Greenlee Smythe.
I run over to her in excitement, barely believing it could really be her. After all, she fell off a cliff in Connecticut less than a year ago; presumed dead to the world.
She sees me coming up to her, but looks confused.
"Greenlee!" I practically jumped for joy. "I can't believe it's you!"
A blank stare engulfs her face. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asks me.
