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

Tears.

“I knew you’d come home.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

She looked ashamed.

“I still didn’t want your mother arrested because of me.”

There.

Even on the floor.

Even after the crutches.