Their Secret, His Silence

My wife, Isabella, spoon-fed me, helped me dress, and assured everyone my hands were useless after the accident.

They didn't know I' d secretly regained full strength weeks ago, my dexterity sharper than ever.

And they certainly didn' t know I was stone-cold awake that night as Isabella brought Liam into our bed, whispering about my 'dependence' and 'broken' state.

Then, on her unlocked phone, the messages flashed: "Our baby, our secret. Ethan will never know. He' s too broken."