She showed up at our Thursday group, five minutes late, very nearly trembling. Todd and Ian got up and got her a chair and a cup of tea. She introduced herself as Lynn, and I knew where I recognized her from—the diner on Fourth. She’d struck me as looking a bit lost, uncertain—a bit like a newborn fawn.

“Lynn was in a car accident three years ago. I tried to get her to come with me for months, but her husband always insisted that she was fine, that she didn’t need support for an injury she didn’t have.”