Scott picks me up the next evening after supper. I’m perkier on day three because I know I’m leaving after supper. Scott carries my duffle bag of belongings. He has a smirk on his face, “I rented a car I think you’re going to like.” When we get to the hospital parking lot I take a deep breath of air into my lungs, it has been over three days since I’ve been outside. There are six or seven people clustered around an automobile. Scott clicks a button on his key fob and the onlookers are startled by the beep the car makes.

I smile at him. “You've got to be...