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

“For an orange.”

Mark laughed.

Even then, the sound caught slightly in his chest.

“Fine. Cecelia.”

I looked at him.

Even then, the sound caught slightly in his chest.

“Cecelia?”

“My grandmother used to sing that song with the name in it.”

“You said she sang everything badly.”

“Still counts.”

“That’s not a reason to name a human being.”

“It made you smile.”

“You said she sang everything badly.”

“Cecelia,” I said quietly.

The baby kicked beneath his hand.

Mark’s eyebrows lifted.