My Children Disowned Me At Christmas, So I Gave Them An Envelope. The Next Day, I Woke Up To 67 Missed Calls

An unwanted digital interruption

The peace of the lounge was interrupted by a single chime from my purse. I retrieved my phone, expecting a confirmation from the airline or a weather update.

Instead, a notification banner stretched across the screen indicating a new email from David. The subject line was urgent, and the preview showed a dense wall of text.

Even though I had blocked their calls, they were finding other ways to invade my solitude.