At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them

“Now I don’t.”

Good.

Then:

“I think I spent years believing everything I had came through you.”

I waited.

“After your father died, I was frightened.”

There.

Not excuse.