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 was:

Creating conflict.

Forcing me to choose.

Breaking family peace.

And I had reinforced it every time I said:

“You know how Mom is.”

PART 18 — THE WORST CLIP

Four months before the accident.

Clara in Mom’s kitchen.

Mom had apparently entered our home earlier that week without calling.