11 septembre 2026

The Promise He Kept From Me

“Please don’t talk about dying while she’s kicking,” I whispered.

“That’s exactly why I have to.”

He looked at my stomach.

“If I can’t watch her grow up, maybe I can at least make sure somebody else gets more time with theirs.”

Mark grew weaker much faster than we expected.

By my eighth month, I was helping him button his shirts and pretending not to notice when he had to stop halfway to the bathroom just to catch his breath.

A few weeks before he d*ed, Mark began asking to speak to his doctor alone.

I never understood why.

Whenever I asked what they discussed, he would only squeeze my hand and say,

“There’s something I need to arrange.

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