I nodded, though the hallway seemed to tilt to the left.
He kept his hand under my elbow, guiding me out to the driveway before the morning sun could reach the salt cedars by the fence.
The leather seat of the sedan was cold against the back of my legs.
Daniel backed out of the driveway without using his turn signal, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.
“We are going to Valley Memorial,” he said, turning the steering wheel hard as we hit Central Avenue.
The air conditioner blew cold air directly onto my face, smelling of old dust and leather.
“There is a toy on the third step,” Daniel said, his index finger tapping the steering wheel. “The plastic horse Madison left out yesterday.”
