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She didn't want to look. She knew who it was from, the person she hadn't heard from since the day she hoped she'd never hear from them again.
She didn't get it. She was the dump-er in this relationship. If anyone was supposed to come crawling back, it was her. But the dump-ee didn't get it.
He never would.
He just kept texting.
"Thank you."
It was the right thing to say in this situation, with the divorce papers sitting there. It was good manners to respond to his apology, even if Marcia had no intention of forgiving him. Her mother had taught her better than to ignore a perfectly well intended lie. "Thank You."