Streaming accounts: logged every device out.

Then I took screenshots of every unpaid balance, every request for money, every message promising they would “pay me back soon.”

At exactly 7:12 a.m., my phone started ringing.

Mom.

Dad.

Mason.

Aunt Carol.

Ryan.

I ignored every single call.

For the first time in years, I let them experience what happened when I stopped saving them.

Part 2:

By eight o’clock, my phone looked like it belonged to someone who had vanished. Twenty-six missed calls from my mother. Fourteen from Mason. Nine from my father, which was honestly impressive because Dad normally claimed texting was “for people scared of confrontation.” Aunt Carol left three voicemails, each one increasingly dramatic.