A wide set of glass doors led out to the hospital parking lot.

I adjusted the strap of the duffel bag on my shoulder.

Lily held on to my hand.

I pushed the glass doors open into the sunlight.

The crisp November air hit us the moment we stepped out from under the overhang.

I carried the pink suitcase covered in yellow stars in my left hand and held Lily close against my hip with my right.

We walked across the asphalt of the visitor lot to the sedan.