My Husband Became an Organ Donor – His Doctor Stopped Me in the Hospital Hallway and Said, ‘There’s Something He Made Me Promise Not t

That night, I went into Cecelia’s nursery.

I opened my laptop.

And for the first time, I inserted the flash drive.

Part 5: Mark’s Last Defense of Me

Mark appeared on the screen.

He looked thinner than the man living in my memory.

His face was pale. His shoulders seemed smaller.

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

Then he spoke.

“If you turned this on because you miss me, shut it off.”

I covered my mouth.

A laugh escaped through my tears.

“You don’t get to boss me around anymore.”

On the video, Mark shifted in his chair.

“I mean it, Sal.”

Then his expression changed.

“My mom asked me not to donate.”

I leaned closer.

“She’s asked more than once. And eventually she started asking whether this was really my decision… or yours.”

My stomach tightened.

“I told her the decision was mine.”

He dragged his hands slowly over his face.