“I want to see if it feels the same.”

I checked with her therapist about how to approach it, and we agreed to drive down the street without stopping.

It wasn’t a test she needed to pass.

She could change her mind at any point.

The familiar houses came into view: blue recycling bins, a basketball hoop, the dogwood tree where Sadie had once hung paper lanterns for a birthday party.

Nothing looked threatening from the road.