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They were in a standoff, she with her left arm up palm regarding him, he was stopped dead in his tracks just inside her gate. She would not look at him. Nevertheless he couldn't take his eyes off her. These past 11 years had been brutal for him but nothing compared to what she had been through. She had aged since he last saw her, as had he, but the raw vulnerability of her stance in that moment made him breathless. She shone brighter than ever before. He took off his hat, moved it slowly down to cover his heart.

It was a good sign, her enmity. It meant that her emotions were up and her guard was down. It meant that she was feeling something, she was having a reaction to his presence that was wholly atypical for her. Truth, her everythings-fine facade had crumbled and she had been unable to rebuild it. Tears welled up in his eyes. For the first time in some 30+ years they were both feeling this thing, this inexplicable thing at the same time, in the same place and that maybe it would finally be safe to let it be felt fully. She dropped her arm, covered her face with her hands and turned away from him, collapsing to the ground. He lowered his head, placed his hat back upon it and took a step towards her.