The Ride Home
Two weeks later, the doctor said I could go home.
I texted the family group chat:
“Doctor says I’m cleared for discharge. Who can pick me up?”
Seconds later, replies popped up.
Scott: “Just take a taxi. I’m watching the game.”
Susan: “Stay a bit longer. The house has been so peaceful.”
I dropped the phone.
Peaceful. That’s what they called my absence.
