Carol drove eleven hours after I finally called her, and we spent the morning crying over a year neither of us could recover. Monday passed without me entering Sunrise Meadows; I planted tomatoes in my own garden instead, placing them too close together exactly as Ray always complained I did. My hands still shake, and my leg still drags when I walk too far, but neither condition makes me invisible or incapable of deciding where I belong. Every Friday, Grizz saves me the diner seat facing the door, and eventually he gave me the ride I originally requested. I climbed behind him on his Harley, held tightly through every curve, and laughed as the town disappeared behind us. I had believed I was asking a stranger to help me escape the end of my life. He helped me reach the beginning of what remained.