I sat in the car afterward with my hands on the steering wheel, surprised by the relief of being treated as a person capable of deciding something.

At home, I showed Sadie the offer.

She was reading on the sofa, with her feet tucked under a blanket.

“Would it make you happy?” she asked.

“I think I’d enjoy it.”

“Then you should do it.”

“There’s homework and driving you to appointments and—”

“Grandma likes driving me.