I stepped closer and fixed the buttons.
His hands had started shaking more often.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.
“You look like a confused accordion.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re memorizing me.”
I stopped.
“I wasn’t.”
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’
