Rachel handed the chair to a hospital porter waiting by the door.

The hospital disappeared behind a row of bare oak trees as we pulled onto the main highway.

We drove past the expensive subdivisions on the west side of Oakwood.

I watched the huge brick houses and perfectly manicured lawns slide past my window.

None of those wide driveways belonged to me anymore.

Rachel turned onto a narrower street lined with small vinyl-sided duplexes and parked at the curb.

She grabbed her tote bag and the pharmacy bag from the back seat.