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

Not ten times because I enjoyed punishing myself.

Because on the airplane I had noticed the camera and needed to be sure.

There.

Top of pantry.

Old black lens.

Blue light.

My father’s camera.

Then I noticed something else.