Fireworks For Another Woman, While I Died Alone

Synopsis

laced with annoyance. "Eleanor, have you made enough of a scene? Bella just got back from overseas, and she's emotionally fragile. As the lady of the house, can't you be more generous and accommodating?" I looked up at the man whose face once swore to protect me from any grievance. I didn't argue. I just quietly signed the "Organ Donation Consent Form" I'd hidden at the bottom of a drawer. Eight years ago, Daniel had written on a greeting card: "My heart beats only for Eleanor." Our eight-year-old son had awkwardly drawn a heart on it, adding: "I'll protect Mommy forever too." They seemed to have forgotten. It's fine. They'll remember the day my heart stops beating for good.