If you’re reading this, Dad kept the promise I made him give me.

I know that might make you angry.

Please read the whole thing before you decide what to say to him.

I had to stop.

Even in a letter written from her hospital bed, my daughter sounded like herself: gently stubborn, already anticipating the argument.

I read on.

There is a girl named Chloe who spends a lot of time at the hospital.

She is around my age, and she’s waiting for a kidney.