Outside, the sky stretched wide and blue.
I put on the dark glasses, but I took them off again almost immediately. I couldn’t help it. I had to see it.
It was the first sky I’d seen in thirty-eight years.
It was enormous. I’d forgotten how big it was. I’d forgotten that it went all the way across, from one side of the world to the other. There were clouds, white and thick, moving slowly. Not one of them looked like a sheep.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
And it felt cruel. It felt so cruel that the man who’d given it back to me was the same man who’d taken it away.
A cab that the nurse had called pulled up to the curb. Yellow. I knew yellow. I remembered yellow from crayons.
I didn’t look at Nigel again.
