“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.