With a newfound indifference, Marcus stated, "We're even now."

As he moved to enter, Melissa clutched his hand, wedging hers in the door's gap, her dignity sacrificed in a plea for another chance.

“Marcus, I won't leave again," she sobbed, her words trailing off into tears.

Deep down, she sensed the futility; he was clearly done with her, underscored by his tossing of the check.

Yet, hope spurred her to beg. Might he soften, and reconsider?