"Welcome back, Porzia," he said, leaning over to give me a quick hug.

"Thanks." My answer exhaled in veiled surprise. How long had he been standing behind me?

"It's been a while," he sighed, letting go of me.

Did he mean a while about the photos I was looking at? Or perhaps how long he'd been standing behind me? Or about last time we'd seen each other? And why did I feel like I had been caught snooping?

"I don't know how to answer you, Clark," I admitted ...