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'
"She doesn't need his name added to hers to be his daughter."
Violet's eyes flicked toward my stomach.
"Mark told me he'd changed his mind."
"We already chose her name."
"No, he didn't."
"You weren't part of every conversation we had."
"Neither were you."
"He kept things from you."
That one landed.
But it didn't make her right.
"Neither were you."
"Mark and I chose Cecelia's name together."
"Sally..."
"Go home."
She blinked.
"What?"
"You've questioned Mark's judgment. You've let people question mine. Now you're rewriting what he wanted for our daughter."
"Go home."
Her mouth trembled.
"I just lost my son."
"I know."
"You don't know what that feels like."
"No."
I stepped closer.
"I just lost my son."
"And you don't know what it feels like to lose my husband while carrying the child he'll never meet."
She went quiet.
