I got to my office the next day, and to my shock, there was Sarah at the receptionist’s desk. I wondered what she had come to do. In order to avoid a public argument, I asked her to come into my office.

“Sarah, what do you really need from me? I thought it was over. Why are you trying to reopen old wounds?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady.

She looked at me and laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “You might see it like that, but the fact remains that it’s not all what you see. I have waited for a very long time for something to...