My Husband Became an Organ Donor—Then His Doctor Handed Me the Secret He’d Been Keeping Until After His Death

Cecelia kicked hard beneath my ribs.

I looked down.

“Your father is already annoying me from beyond the grave.”

Another kick.

“Yes. He probably deserved that.”

I folded the note.

Then I put the flash drive away.

I wasn’t ready.

Part 4: Grief Needed Someone to Blame

Two days later, Violet came to the house.

I found her standing in Cecelia’s nursery, folding a pink blanket that had already been folded perfectly.

“Violet?”

She didn’t turn around.

“Did they take everything?”

For a moment, I didn’t understand.

“From Mark,” she added.

I swallowed.