At 2:40 a.m., the delivery arrived. Jake wheeled his wheelchair to the front door, signed for the package, wheeled himself back inside… then stood up and carried the package to the kitchen counter.
I stared at my phone, unable to process what I was seeing.
The only thought that crossed my mind was: How long?
How long could he do this?
How many times have I carried heavy groceries to the car while he sat in the car seat? How many times have I rushed home early because he said he needed help? How many decisions has our entire family made based on what Jake supposedly couldn’t do?
Then the bedroom camera detected motion again.
A woman entered the room.
I didn’t recognize her. Her hair was tied back and she was carrying a large bag. She moved through the house as if she’d been there before.
I turned on the sound.
Jake walked over to her—walked over—and they smiled at each other.
My first thought was that he was pretending to be disabled and was now cheating on me.
Jake said, “You came quickly.”
She replied, “You seemed nervous.”
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