Not dramatic.
Just a father and daughter trying to figure out what they were.
I pushed the photos away.
“Did he love you?”
Mallory’s face crumpled slightly.
I knew now that I was starting to see a part of Warren I’d never known.
“I think he was trying to learn how.”
I looked down.
For the first time since she handed me the envelope, I could actually feel myself get angry.
I knew now that I was starting to see a part of Warren I’d never known.
I continued reading.
Then the donation request finally made sense.
He wrote that Mallory had a rare pulmonary condition.
Her lungs were failing.
She had already been waiting for a transplant when he learned his own disease was terminal.
Then the donation request finally made sense.
“That’s why.”
Mallory nodded.
“And he told you about the donation before he told me.”
“He said it was the only thing he could still give me.”
“And he told you about the donation before he told me.”
Mallory hesitated.
