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

Much safer.

I also changed how I think about care.

After Clara’s accident, guilt made me hover.

Every appointment.

Every transfer.

Every bottle of water.

At first, useful.

Then irritating.