Mary’s doctor came jogging toward me.
His face had a look I hadn’t seen from him before.
Mary’s doctor came jogging toward me.
“Ma’am, I need to speak with you.”
“Is something wrong?”
He glanced down the hallway in the direction Jonathan had gone.
“Your husband begged me to keep the truth about Mary from you.”
My stomach dropped.
“Ma’am, I need to speak with you.”
“What truth did he hide? Did something happen before she died?”
“Yes, but it’s not what you think.”
He guided me toward the chairs lining the hallway.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you this today,” he continued. “I thought he had his reasons, but after what happened with Mary, I can’t stay silent anymore.”
“Did something happen before she died?”
“What is it, doctor?”
He took a breath.
“Before she passed, Mary had questions about whether one of her donated organs could go to someone specific.”
