Lloyd’s gone for the day by the time I arrive, something I’m thankful for. Vera hugs me, holding on for longer than would be deemed proper. Longer, indeed, than she has in a while.

I realize just how much I’ve missed her. Before I can stop myself, I kiss her lightly on the neck – the door’s still open, something Vera’s quick to remind me of.

Stepping away quickly, I blush, stammering an apology. Closing the door, she shushes me, her fingers brushing my cheek as she smiles.

Her eyes tell me what her words cannot.

She misses me too.