Ten minutes later, they turned onto a tree-lined street in a neighborhood Margaret didn’t recognize. The houses were older, similar to hers, with well-kept yards and mature trees. Lisa slowed the car and stopped. She pulled into the driveway of a charming blue cottage with white trim and a wide front porch adorned with flower boxes.

“Here we are,” Lisa announced, turning off the engine.

Margaret looked at the house in confusion. “Where are we? Home,” Lisa said. She simply got out of the car and walked around to help Margaret, who was moving slowly with the aid of her cane.