The woman pushed the wheelchair, profusely thanking him as she prepared to leave.
Just as the wheelchair turned around, the woman suddenly stopped.
She turned her head and looked closely at Leo's face.
A moment ago, anxious and crying, she hadn't seen him clearly.
Now, under the bright lights of the lobby, she recognized his face.
It was a face that had appeared frequently on television recently, on the bulletin boards at the Erie Factory, and in her husband's hopeful conversations during those final days.
"You're… Mayor Wallace?"
The woman's voice held a trace of uncertainty.
Leo froze.
He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't move.
"Yes, I am Leo Wallace."
The woman looked at him, and the look in her eyes changed.
Leo braced himself. He was ready for her anger, for her hysterical curses, for her to unleash all of her misfortune upon him.
After all, he was the one who had ruined this family.
But none of that came.
