12 Years After My Divorce, I Ran Into My First Love—And What Happened When Our Eyes Met Took My Breath Away

through the conference room doors. Someone called my name again behind me. Someone else muttered, “She’s lost her mind.” Maybe I had. The elevator seemed impossibly slow, so without thinking twice, I turned toward the emergency stairwell instead, threw open the heavy metal door, and started running. By the third floor my legs burned. By the sixth, continue reading …