Too Late For His Forgiveness

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eavy and final. Everyone in the Hinton family expected m

know I only

or five years, ever since I secretly saved our father's life, only to have

t was a deep, profound disappointment, the look o

eaction was fa

face, usually composed, was twisted with fury. "Annabell saved your father's life! She gav

stood beside her, his expression grim. The kidney humming inside him, the on

void of any warmth. "If you won't be a part of t

ast out

apartment building. The chill of the evening had seeped

stion. There were no more promises, no more declaratio

ive disease that had been silently ravaging my body was accelerating. T

oice as empty as my

od of overwhelming relief, washed over hi

ur broken promises flutter to the ground. "Come on," he said, pulli

bell's bed like sentinels. When they saw me, their

g a clipboard into my hands. His fingers were trembl

a word. Only then did the tension

. "Doing the right thing. Don't worry, your mother and I have already spoken to the lawyers. Annabell will g

I said quietly. "

be ridiculous. What nonsen

another hospital, another surgery. The day Annabell drugged my morning coffee, causing me to oversleep and miss the scheduled transplant for our fat

he had booked for me, the narrative was already set in stone. I was the

ss I offered was twisted into a ploy for attention. Every achievement was downplayed. I became

ng her hair. My father, holding her hand. Abel, my Abel, look

ans to an end. They didn't see me. They only saw the organ