Chapter Fifty-Eight
Julie pushed the wheelchair, trying to avoid the bumps on the ground. As they walked, she asked, “Is there anything you need on the way.”
“No, I'm good. Thanks.”
Julie had many questions but held them all, waiting to get to the room. Fortunately, their room was on the first floor, so there hadn’t been a need to relocate.
Rolling up to the door, Tasha waved her band, and the door clicked. She then awkwardly pushed it open, and they discovered that the wheelchair was too wide to pass inside without folding up.
With help, Tasha got to her feet and walked in, allowing Julie to fold the wheelchair enough to pass through the door jamb. As hard as moving was, the splint on her leg made it worse.
Tasha felt nearly overwhelmed by the sense of relief as she entered the room
