“Will you be okay on your own?” “Yeah,” I say. “I mean, I don’t want you to feel obligated to babysit me or something.” “I don’t,” Finny says. He glances away from the road to look at me again. “You should go have fun with your friends,” I say. “It’s been a week, and I feel better.” “You do?” “Not all the way better, but yeah, better.” “Good,” Finny says. He drives in silence for a while,
