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

I asked again, my voice steadier now.

He sighed, already irritated.

“Her name is Celeste.

That’s not the point.”

Celeste crossed her arms.

“Maybe it should be the point.”

Margaret shot her a sharp look.

Ethan ignored both of them.

“Sign the papers later,” he said.

“We don’t need to drag this out.”

The door opened before I could answer.

Dr.

Salazar stepped in with continue reading …