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

She lowered her eyes.

“You’re asking whether I pushed my dying husband into a decision he didn’t understand.”

She said nothing.

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.”