“We need to stop at the pharmacy on the way home to pick up your new refills,” she said.

I looked at the brass floor numbers above the elevator doors.

“I want to change my name,” I said.

Rachel stopped reaching for the elevator button.

“You can keep your original name if you want,” she said.

“The adoption decree doesn’t force you to change your legal identity.”

“I don’t want to be a Barrett anymore,” I said.

I thought about Richard bringing the blue folder to my hospital room to complain about costs.