“That makes this easier,” Sarah said.

“I’ll call you the second the clerk stamps the copy.”

She hung up without a goodbye.

I stood by the lobby’s front sliding glass doors and watched a shuttle bus let off three passengers with heavy black bags.

The driver stacked their luggage on the sidewalk as the rain kept coming down.

I looked down at my phone.

The banking app icon sat in the grid right between my work email and the airline app.

I held my finger on the little blue square until the icons started to jiggle.