Goodbye, Useless Woman
At 11:58 p.m., I typed a reply.
Not because I wanted the door reopened.
Not because I wished to forgive him just to ease his conscience.
I answered only to finish the goodbye he’d started at the airport.
“You were right about one thing, Victor. Goodbye.”
I blocked his number.
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