“There’s nothing to fix, Nathan,” I said, standing by the hotel window, watching the rain blur the city lights. “I’m done. With all of you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I’ve meant it for a long time now.”
And with that, I ended the call.
No screaming. No begging. Just the dial tone.
I stared at the phone for a moment, then scrolled to the one contact that still mattered.