It rings and rings and she holds her breath. But then he picks up. He says, “Hello, beautiful,” and she feels it happening, something tight in her chest unraveling, not forgiveness, or acceptance, but something closer to recklessness. A champagne bubble of excitement blooming in her chest. A feeling, a memory maybe, of warmth, of pleasure. She has been so sad, so despondent. And now, she’s certain, she’d rather be happy than right. Besides, it’s not like they’re getting back together, it’s just talking.
