It's been almost three years since I last saw her. The memory of her face as I last saw it broke my heart. I thought that it would be best if I do what was appropriate. But what was appropriate was not right. I know that now. She is coming back to work here, and I want to tell her.

She walks in through the doors. Stops. Looks at me.

"I'm sorry." I say with all the sincerity I can muster.

She looks at me with the pain of my actions in her eyes.

"No you're not." She finally says.