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

“New fashion.”

“You look like an accordion that gave up halfway.”

He laughed softly.

I stepped in front of him and redid the buttons.

His hands had begun shaking more often. I tried not to notice.

I failed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to memorize me.”

My hands stopped.

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”