The Stolen Kidney: My Husband's Betrayal

eet medical building. It wasn't a hospital. There were no bustling waiti

back in the chair, feeling the familiar prick of the needle. Andr

hing, Jennifer," he said, h

f dizziness washed over me. The room started to swim. My body, a

d, his tone flat. "Her blood pressure

grip on my hand tightening. "Keep g

he doctor warned, glancing at the monitor

ng whisper that only I and the doctor could hear. His char

ve enough, don't worry. Leo is O-negative, too. I'm not above bri

r son. Our broken, beautiful boy. He wo

arkness, the last thing I felt was the cold,