She had asked a question.

She had wanted to help if the rules and the medicine made it possible.

The most important part of her decision had been hers long before any matching took place.

For months, I’d been trying to turn her final gift into a neat story with a neat conclusion.

Hannah would have rolled her eyes at that.

She’d have told me life didn’t work like one of my carefully labeled filing cabinets.

“I think I can live with not knowing every detail,” I said slowly.