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

And even there, I made mistakes.

At first I wanted my mother out immediately.

No process.

Change locks.

Boxes outside.

Daniel stopped me.

Good.

She had occupied the house for years.