Were it not for her steadfast stubbornness, Maggie would have released the rage (which wasn't, she realized, solely a result of Percy's harsh rebuke) bubbling within her. None of this - not even the reason why they hadn't spoken in thirteen years - was her fault. She accepted responsibility in declining his proposal, but only because it had come too late. A month sooner and their lives would look drastically different. To treat her so coldly because of his own mistakes was utter blasphemy.

"No, Mr. Adlard, I'm not." The use of such formality was entirely unlike them. Even at her wedding they were on a first name basis with one another (though, in hindsight the use of her new last name likely would've caused him harm at the time). Maggie stubbornly pressed yet another button, this time glaring at him as she did so. It didn't work, obviously. Why would the universe be so kind to her at such a terrible time. "Now, I am." She responded, still glaring at him.

Maggie turned to face him with her arms folded across her chest. While the years hadn't been kind to his personality (where was the boy she knew?!) he'd certainly aged more gracefully than she. Perhaps the years had been so unkind to her that Percy hadn't recognized her. Maybe that was why the silence had carried on for so long. Though, looking at him now, she knew she was only trying to explain away her hurt as she did with Edmund for so many years.

After a long pause - one punctuated with her own frustration and pain Maggie bitterly said, "and, for the record, you ignored me."

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