I have wondered, since, what else I might have stopped, in those eight years, if I had understood sooner that the stopping was always mine to do.

Chapter 3 — What Did You Just Do

Around six that evening, my phone lit up with Kieran’s name.

“What did you just do?” he demanded the moment I answered, his voice shaking with a volatile mix of rage and embarrassment.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Kieran, given that we signed our final settlement hours ago,” I replied evenly, sipping my coffee.

“You canceled my mother’s credit card while she was in the middle of a purchase.” Heavy traffic echoed behind him.