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

“What?”

“You don’t need to attend my 20-minute stretching session.”

“I want to support you.”

“You are hovering.”

Right.

Support can become control when guilt drives it.

I started asking:

“Do you want me there?”