“What do you think, Micah?”

“It’s completely your decision,” I said.

“Yours alone.

I’ll stand behind whatever you choose.” She offered a faint, fierce smile.

“Good answer.” And then my wife, lying in a hospital bed with both legs held in metal frames, took the settlement document offering her five million dollars, and tore it cleanly in half, and dropped it in the trash bin beside her bed.

I have never in my life been prouder of anyone.