Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

“The rail’s loose at the bottom.

You’ll want the long screws.”

“Long screws. Noted.”

She turned her head on the pillow, looked at the photograph of the retriever in its frame on the bedside table, and squeezed my hand.

Three weeks later, in the Fairview Regional Rehabilitation Unit, the gym smelled of lemon polish and rubber mats.

Rosalie stood between the parallel bars with both hands wrapped around the rails.

“Don’t hold your breath,” the physical therapist said.