No security detail, no cameras, no gifts.

I arrived twenty minutes early and sat with my hands flat on the table.

When she walked in, I forgot how to breathe.

She wore a dark green sweater and moved carefully, one hand resting on her abdomen.

A faint bruise remained near her temple.

She looked thinner than she had when we were married, yet there was a steadiness in her expression I had never seen before.

“Hello, Lucas,” she said.