I removed the replacement first.

Then I pressed cancel on the recurring payment, and the confirmation appeared, plain and small.

Recurring transfer canceled.

I set the phone face down.

Tomorrow they can ask why I stopped, I said to Marcus.

Tonight I am deciding why I started.

He did not ask what I meant.

He picked up his coffee and said, all right, which was the kindest sentence available, and left me with the dark phone and the quiet counter and the first Friday in three years that was going to belong to us.