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.

It was at a physical therapy session, nearly six months after her accident, that something shifted. Hannah had been struggling with an exercise, trying to move her leg just a little higher, just a little further. She was exhausted, frustrated, and I could see the frustration creeping back into her voice, the same voice that had once said, “I don’t continue reading …