Vancouver General Hospital was a sprawling complex in midtown Vancouver, and despite the excellent care provided there, being on the campus always made me feel like I couldn't breathe.

This place was too tied to both the physical pain from the crash and the emotional pain that had driven me to it. Maybe if Priya had a kid one day, I'd manage to get through the front doors without bile rising in my throat at the smell of disinfectant and baked-in food. As always, as soon as I walked ...