They were close once, very close. Among the few she considered friends, not just colleagues. They shared hardships, but drifted apart. It was her fault; a past argument, two or three years ago. She remembers the humiliating rejections, the tears, her role as the comforter. She resented not being given the same chances, the same consideration. She regrets her words, her vulnerability. The reunion was awkward, silent. No tearful reunion, no hugs. She simply said, quietly, “You look good.” It was a start.