My husband, Ethan Cole, asked for my kidney on a rainy Tuesday night like he was asking.

The first time my husband asked for one of my organs, he sounded mildly inconvenienced.

It was a Tuesday, raining hard enough to blur the backyard lights into watery gold.

I was standing at the kitchen counter scraping leftover pasta into a container, and Ethan was leaning against the island with his phone in one hand and that flat, unreadable expression continue reading …