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

She did not have a key.

Clara locked the door behind her.

Not urgently.

Just because it was nighttime.

Then she looked at me.

“What?”

I asked.

“Nothing.”

She smiled.

For once, nothing actually meant nothing.

And that may have been the peace both of us had been trying to find all along.