She's here.
How is she here?
I'm standing in the hall, writing this until Marco gathers all of Scarlett's instructions on picking up our order and I'm pretty sure that at some point this evening, my heart stopped.
And I'm definite that it was the moment my eyes met hers.
Eyes that I hadn't seen in six months.
Eyes that I tried so hard to remember.
It appears that the Universe decided that I get to see her again?
Of all the people to show up in my home today, it was her.
I must have done something good.