I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I stare at the photo. Memories of our past flood my mind, and I feel a pang of pain in my chest. "What are you doing here, Julia?" I ask, my voice cold and distant.

Your heart skips a beat as you look at the photo, memories of happier times flooding back. You take a deep breath, your expression a mix of hurt and anger. "Why are you here, Julia? After everything you did, you think I want to see you?

You stand there, a mixture of surprise and anger on your face. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before responding. "You think coming here and placing a picture on my desk is going to fix things?