My husband became an organ donor as his final wish — after he d*ed, his doctor stopped me and said, “There’s something he made me promise to give you only after he was gone.”

He left me a letter.

He told me about Daniel.”

Another silence.

“I’m not calling to cause any trouble,” I said quickly.

“I’m not angry at you.

I want to be clear about that.

Whatever happened between you and Mark — that’s between you and him.

I’m calling because he asked me to make sure Daniel wasn’t alone, and I didn’t know how to do that without talking to you first.”

When Diane spoke again, her voice had changed.

Something in it had loosened.

“He told you to call me.”

“He wrote it in the letter.

He said you were sick.”

“I had surgery last month.

I’m recovering.

It’s — I’ll be okay.

It’s just been a hard few weeks.”

“Do you have people around you?”

“My neighbor has been helping with Daniel.