I stood alone in the hotel lobby, suitcase at my feet, staring at the text from my husband: “Relax, it’s just a prank.”

“Which no one asked you to do.”

That hit like cold water. No one asked me to do it. As if I had thrown money at them for attention.

As if I hadn’t paid because Ethan had promised it would help his family and because he had looked me in the eye and said, I’ll make it up to you.

“You know what?” I said. “You’re right.”

He paused. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’m done doing things nobody asked for.”

Then I hung up.

At 7:15 the next morning, my phone exploded.

Ethan called six times.

Diane twice. Megan four times. Then the texts came flooding in.

What did you do?