I tapped the black X in its corner and hit delete when the phone asked whether I was sure.

The dark glass of the screen reflected the yellow fluorescent lights of the hotel parking lot as my thumb wiped the empty spot clean.

My phone buzzed twice against my knee before I could drop it in the cup holder.

A text from my mother lit up across the top of the screen.

“Your brother was just upset, we saved you some chicken,” the message said.

She’d put a little yellow smiley face at the very end of the sentence.