Daniele was following her.
And the look in his eyes… I’d never seen it before.
Disappointment. Pain. Confusion.
“What’s happening?” I whispered.
Daniel spoke first.
“She didn’t come here to ruin your life.”
My throat tightened.
“She came to save him.”
He stepped aside slightly.
“She is a compatible match with Lily as far as stem cells go.”
My knees gave out.
Lily.
Our sweet, fragile Lily, who had been on the transplant waiting list for months. The little girl whose illness had turned our lives upside down. The late-night hospital visits. The endless wait for a miracle that seemed never to come.
My daughter, the little girl I’d left behind, had seen our public appeal for donations online. She’d recognized the name. She’d done the math. She’d found us.
And instead of anger…
She offered herself.
“She’s my sister,” he said softly, standing up. His voice was firm. “I would never have left her like this.”
I couldn’t breathe.
