“Imagine if we could go back,” she said. “Just twenty-five years, that’s all I’d need or want,” she added. “I don’t know,” her companion uttered, eyes pressed to well-worn optics. “I try not to regret.” “There’s nothing you would change?” she asked. “Nothing?” “One night stand, job interview, or fashion disaster?” “Probably,” her companion said. “Well, okay, yes, for sure, but I don’t dwell on those things, and besides, I left all that behind when I came down here.” “I’m a nobody here, no criminal record, or any record for that matter.” “In fact, I don’t want to matter.” The…