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

Yesterday.

Years.

Or nothing.

Maybe the blue light only meant power.

Maybe storage had failed long ago.

I did not know.

And my lawyer’s first useful lesson arrived before the plane landed:

Do not turn suspicion into evidence by handling it badly.

PART 6 — 7:10 P.M.

I reached my mother’s house shortly after seven.