everything into her car.
“But I’m not done yet.”
***
Terry pushed the wrapped-up box closer to me.
“Go on. Open it.”
I hesitated for a second, then pulled at the wrapping. The paper gave way to a clean, matte-black frame underneath.
It didn’t look like any wheelchair I had seen before!
Terry crouched beside me.
It was sleek. Compact. No bulky handles or clunky parts. There was a small control panel built into the armrest and a mechanism near the base that looked… different.
I hesitated for a second.
“It’s
