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

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we see the tide pools tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

“The puppy wants to see the crabs.”

I looked toward the golden retriever.

The dog had discovered a leaf and was proudly dragging it across the porch.

“I imagine he does.”