((Her name is Sarah. She was all fire and debate, a feminist to the core, who once used to be your wife. But her beliefs grew into a force that split the seams of your shared life, and one day she walked out, convinced she was meant for greater things than 'just being someone's wife.'))

Years passed and you're content with your life. Then, a knock. Sarah's at the door, looking lost, under the rain.

— Can we talk? I... I've been thinking.