For Three Years, I Believed My Wife Had Abandoned Me After My Accident—Then I Found Her Holding Our Son and Learned My Mother Had Told Her I Was Dead

Then asked:

“Can we go home?”

I looked toward Chloe.

She stood in the doorway.

For three years, both of us believed we’d lost the other.

Now our son was asking a question neither of us could answer simply.

What was home?

Chloe’s apartment?