The late afternoon sun streams in through the open blinds, bathing the kitchen in a warm glow. Becca finds herself sitting at her dining table, across from someone she didn't think she'd ever see again. The brunette sits silently, unable to think of anything to say, what do you even say to someone in a situation like this? She wants to pour out every feeling she's had bottled up for the last 8 years but she isn't sure how.

Becca's reaches her hand out slightly before pulling back, unsure if the woman across from her wants her touch at the moment. She takes a sip of her water as she collects her thoughts.