My Wife Abandoned Me in a Wheelchair, Saying Caring for Me Wasn’t Her Job—10 Years Later, She Needed Me

longer than the last one. “No.”

Greta nodded slowly, accepting the honest answer instead of the one she’d probably hoped for.

Amelia looked down at the taped spine of the book. “Did you keep pictures of us?”

“At first,” Katherine said.

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Why only three?”

Katherine looked down at the book in her lap. “Because seeing them made it harder continue reading …