"It was time." It was more than time. And there was more to it. Things left unsaid. Years lost. And to the finest point; she had missed him. But she doesn't dare confess it. She wasn't here to burden him with forgiving her. He had a right to his feelings in this moment.

Finally, she sits in the chair he'd offered her. Her posture straight, almost stiff, as if she were waiting for a blow. And perhaps she was. She certainly thought she deserved one, even if were only delivered verbally.