My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

a tall woman in a fitted red dress and beige heels, every dark strand of hair in place, perfume

trailing behind her in a cloud that did not belong in a room with heart monitors and IV poles.

Behind them, a nurse pushed Margaret in a wheelchair.

Margaret looked frail in the way serious illness makes people frail, skin pale, body slight beneath a cream continue reading …