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

Then became more independent.

That is another part of the story people rarely want.

The villain is supposed to remain miserable.

Phyllis did not.

Eventually she liked her apartment.

Built a routine.

Made friends.

Ran the garden committee like a minor authoritarian state, according to one neighbor.