Her face changed.
"Sally, I was just..."
"Give me my daughter."
She handed Cecelia over.
I settled her against my chest.
"Give her to me."
"You will never say that in front of her again."
"She's a baby."
"She won't always be."
Violet's eyes filled.
"You still have something of him."
"She's a baby."
I stared at her.
She looked at Cecelia.
"You wake up and see him in her. What do I get?"
"Me."
Violet froze.
"You had me."
Her face crumpled.
"Me."
"I loved you too, Violet."
She covered her mouth.
"You've spent weeks making me the enemy because it's easier than admitting Mark chose something you couldn't stop."
She shook her head.
"He wasn't himself."
"I loved you too, Violet."
"He knew you'd say that."
Violet looked up.
"What?"
I reached for my laptop.
"Mark left me something."
Her face went pale.
"If he had something to say, he should've said it while he was alive."
"What?"
"He did."
I pressed play.
Mark's voice filled the room.
"Donation was my choice."
Violet closed her eyes.
"Mom, if you're hearing this, you're probably furious. You loved me before anybody. But loving me doesn't mean you get to decide which choices were mine."
"Donation was my choice."
