“You may not want to have this conversation, but this job opportunity is one I moved my life for. I’m here, I’m ready for the challenge, and I’m not going to tiptoe because we have history.” “As if I didn’t move my life to work here as well?” Her sassy question ignites something in me. The throb of longing and missing her comes back full force. I thought I’d dulled it over the years, but it has always been burning in the center of my chest, a five-alarm fire I’ve been ignoring until the smoke chokes me from the inside out.
