MACEY 

Who the hell is this? I stared at my phone like it had personally offended me. The number was unknown, and yet, curiosity got the better of me. “Who is this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. 

“It’s David,” came the calm, familiar reply. 

I groaned. Of course. David. My ex. My “what-could-have-been,” who apparently had no idea how to leave the past where it belonged.  

My thumb hovered over the message thread, and I stared at the last text he sent ...