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

Travel.

Arguments.

Laughter.

Years.

Eventually forty-seven seconds become forty-seven seconds again.

Not the definition of a person.

When people describe the story as:

“Marcus chose his wife over his mother,”