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

Worsened pain afterward.

Then asked Clara privately if she felt safe returning to Phyllis’s house.

“No.”

Good.

Not because I wanted the record.

Because she said it.

PART 10 — THE POLICE QUESTION

The hospital social worker asked whether Clara wanted to make a police report.

She looked at me.

I said: