Marcus took out his phone, checked the screen, and put it back in his coat.

“I know where my cars go.”

That wasn’t an answer.

A nurse at the desk looked up from her chart.

I put my hand on the back of my neck and made myself let go.

“She’s scared of her chair,” I said.

“She won’t sit in it.”

Marcus looked at me as if I had told him she was scared of the moon.