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

I nodded.

I could live with that answer.

We had spent three years being told what to believe.

I wasn’t going to make her feel pressured to decide the rest of her life immediately.

The next day, I returned with a small paper bag.

Inside were blueberry muffins from the bakery Chloe used to love.

She opened it.

Then smiled.