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.

Hannah in the living room, sitting in her wheelchair by the window, staring out at the street. She looked peaceful, but there was an underlying tension in her posture, something I couldn’t quite name.

“Hannah,” I said, my voice shaky. “We need to talk.”

She turned to me, her eyes narrowing with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath, trying to continue reading …