got the chance to thank the person who made it possible.”
Then he reached into his leather jacket and pulled out an old envelope.
Inside was something that made my hands begin to shake.
Inside the envelope was a photograph of Emily.
She was standing beside a hospital bed, smiling at a little girl.
Mike pointed at the photograph.
“That’s Kaylee. Your wife visited her several times after the donation.”
I stared at the picture.
I had never seen it before.
Then Mike explained that after Emily passed away, he
had finally discovered the identity of the anonymous donor through information the hospital was able to share with him.
It was Emily.
My Emily.
She had donated $40,000 of her own savings to save a little girl she barely knew.
She had never told me.
Not once.
I couldn’t understand it.
We had been married for twenty years. We shared everything. Or at least, I thought we did.
“Why didn’t she tell me?” I whispered.
Mike looked down.
“Because she didn’t want anyone to know. She told me that
