Yet Daniel had behaved as though she couldn’t be trusted to decide whether her own wheelchair should be sold.

Evelyn reached toward the upholstered bench beneath the window.

Thomas had given it to her for their thirty-fifth anniversary.

The cushion had a small crease at the back.

She lifted it.

Beneath the lining sat a small emergency phone.

She’d kept it charged for years, though Daniel often laughed at her for having a backup.

She pressed a number.