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 leaned down.

“Come here, little man.”

He stepped into my arms.

I lifted him.

My injured leg protested slightly, but I managed.

Noah wrapped his arms around my neck.

Then pressed his forehead against mine.

It had become a habit.