My Stolen Kidney, His Shattered World

the fog, a sharp throb in m

ile white room, the beep of a mo

d covering mine, his express

aid, his voice soft. "You had an em

r, but my head was thick, my tho

grab the doctor, let him know you're

my forehead and sli

didn't qu

, voices drifted in

, deeper, angrier. Ben Ca

s voice was a furious whisper. "You drugged her

aught. Kidn

eeded it. Amy's strong, she'll b

illingly casual, "She wants to mar

tolen from my body,

hysical blow. This was the tru

years. Ten years of loving Ethan Cole, o

is obsession, the woman

again, raw with d

ou! Remember Yosemite? When Olivia pushed you during that argument and you were paralyzed?

e experimental nerve stimulations on myself before trying them on him

s?" Ben continued, his voice cracking. "Who worked day and night beside yo

ll that. Becau

dropped, heavy with accusation. "Our baby," I

stressed Amy out, manufactured crises, made her life hell. And those 'supplements' Olivia gave you for Amy? The

y flat stomach. The miscarriage

every time you left her alone for Olivia," Ben pressed on. "She believed your

came, was devoid of a

. She always does. O

re. He truly

earing sensation. It wasn't just my appe

ey. For

ars of my life,

our child, and now, a

ssion, a safety net he c

onditional, unbreakable, n

as w

force of a physical blow. I me

flesh and blood. It was the last piece of

an walked back in, his s

in soon, honey. Ho

ous tone wa

The word echoe

ooking me in the eye,

cal anymore, it was a deep

an," I managed,

e right here." He sat down, took my h

wouldn't be here.

r, making small talk, act

A glance at the screen,

ickly. "Something's come up. I have to

head again, a Jud

To Olivia's luxury suite,

, I heard the nurs

y gone. Poor

in the VIP wing. Flowers, champagne, the works

yes just had a simple append

id, burning away the las

ouldn't break further, shat

ed vows. That's what

ou

reached for my phone

h the screen, vision b

my contacts, past

ed over a name.

ed. Marcus had seen its potential. He'd kept in touch, subtly, a lifeline I hadn't r

ssed

ang

right?" His voice was

broke free,

was hoarse, broken.

ything, Amy.

eath. This was it

g a sliver of steel I didn't know

er end. I could pi

t, devoid of emotion. "You, Marcus. I

, then, "Amy... are you

said, cutting through his concern. "