She shook her head.
“He wasn’t himself.”
I took a breath.
“He knew you would say that.”
Violet looked up sharply.
“What?”
I reached for my laptop.
“Mark left something for me.”
Her face drained of color.
“If he wanted to say something, he should have said it while he was alive.”
“He did.”
I opened the video.
Then I pressed play.
Mark appeared.
“Donation was my decision.”
Violet closed her eyes.
The room became so quiet I could hear Cecelia breathing against me.
Then Mark continued.
“Mom, if you’re hearing this, you’re probably angry. You loved me before anyone else did.”
Violet’s shoulders began to shake.
“But loving me doesn’t mean you get to decide which choices were really mine.”
Nobody moved.
“Don’t make Sally prove she loved me by agreeing with you.”
Violet covered her mouth.
“And please don’t put Cecelia in the middle.”
