"It was you,"

He stills, and for a split second, he looks striken, but his expression shifts.

"I was still in high school then, and it was in the parking lot, I was running. You were there. You caught me when I was about to fall. "

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?" I ask. He shrugs

"I don't." He releases me, and we start walking again.

I don't say anything else. I'm too preoccupied with my thoughts. Really, what is up with this? I take a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He looked so familiar, I thought maybe, I might have...