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

said this was all mutual.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened.

“This is not the time.”

She stared at the papers, then at me in the hospital gown, then at Margaret in the wheelchair.

Her whole expression changed.

The smugness was gone.

In its place was horror.

“You wanted her kidney before you left her,” she said slowly.

No one answered.

She took one step backward.

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