“Just for a few weeks until your doctor sorts out your medicine.”

I looked at my niece, the girl I had driven to piano lessons every Tuesday for nine years.

“You do not believe me,” I said.

“I care about your safety,” Chloe said, reaching out to cover my hand.

“Daniel is just trying to keep you from hurting yourself.”

I pulled my hand back and stood up so fast that my chair scraped hard against the linoleum floor.

“I am going home,” I said.