I let it go to voicemail.

Then the texts began. Answer your damn phone, they’re threatening to hold our luggage, you can’t leave us in Florida with a fifteen-thousand-dollar bill. I opened the contact and tapped Block.

Then Eleanor: You selfish, heartless woman, Harrison’s heart can’t take this, you bring your card back here or I’ll tell everyone in Chicago what kind of monster you are. Block.

Then Victoria, begging, and then more, and I blocked each of them in turn, one clean tap at a time, and with every tap something lifted off my chest that I had not known was sitting there.