I pushed the wheelchair toward Vera to address her. Noticing my arrival, she hurtled away to the exit. I did not intend to catch her up. It's not the right time to talk to her and fix the mess. She might need time for herself to figure out the thing she thought of as my fault.

Letting the door swiped open to both sides, I propelled the wheelchair out through it. The woman sitting on the chair stretched her arms wide, inhaled the fresh air while closing her eyes as if she just got her freedom for the first time. And for the first time, she produced words after opening...