As I made my way back to the office, Gloria followed a few steps behind. I was still learning to get used to that, the constant presence of someone walking just slightly behind me, ready to assist. It was strange, this new rhythm of command. I had always been the one doing, arranging, ensuring everything worked for someone else. Now, people stood when I entered the room.

When we reached my office, she stepped forward quickly to open the door.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

She nodded. “Of ...