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

It revealed something.

Different.

PART 40 — SECOND LETTER

Months later.

Shorter.

I should not have taken Clara’s crutches.

Progress.

Then:

But Sarah’s recording made the situation look worse than it was.

Not enough.