The next morning, I woke up to fourteen missed calls.

Not from Mom.

Not from Melissa.

From the property management company.

I answered the first one.

“Good morning,” my manager, Daniel, said carefully. “Just confirming the instructions you gave us last night.”

“Yes.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

I looked out my apartment window.

“Yes.”

“Because once we activate the arrangement, there’s no going back without your authorization.”

“I understand.”

Daniel paused.

Then he said, “All right. We’ll proceed.”

I hung up.

I didn’t feel angry anymore.

That surprised me.