DAHLIA 

“Where are we going to?” He asked me, eyes searching the quiet hallway as if he was expecting the surprise to jump out from a corner and onto his lap.

“Almost there, baby.” Came my simple response.

His wheelchair was mechanically designed to help him move around without anyone pushing him, unless it was a choice, then the button would be switched off and manual use would commence.

He didn’t want me stressing myself pushing him, so he engaged the button tagged ‘self help’. 

Cass, Denise and Sadie followed.

Kelly had gone to work. Peter too. 

We turned one last corner and I stopped. “We’re here.”

I haven’t been...