My wife is paralyzed, so I haven’t been inti:mate with her for four months. Out of deep frustration, I left her alone for ten days to go on a date with the younger sister of my colleague. And then… the unexpected happened.

recovery, months of rehab, and a future that had just become terrifyingly expensive.

Hannah cried only once in front of me. It happened at three in the morning under fluorescent lights, when she looked down at her legs as if they belonged to somebody else and whispered, “Why can’t I feel them?” I held her hand and told her we would get through it, and continue reading …