I glance over at Mrs. Stephens, who looks like she's about to cry. She gives me a nod, encouraging me to go without her.

And that's it. I'm on my own. No more safely nets.

It's so quiet I can hear our shoes hitting the tile floor with each step. Even the nurses are whispering to each other. It's creepy and feels like I'm crossing into another dimension between here and death.

Dr. Calloway stops just in front of a closed door. The room is almost entirely glass ...