Savannah
My heart lurched, caught between joy and dread when the doctor said a donor had been found.
But they needed 80% of the cost paid before the transplant could even be scheduled. I had replied to that like I had it under control as if I wasn’t dying inside.
Thankfully, Xavier had to leave early. Adelaide had already gone to school, the staff was busy, and I’d begun rummaging for things I could sell off, things that wouldn’t be noticeable if they were missing.
Every drawer I opened felt like a betrayal, but I had no choice.
I slipped into Sasha’s room. My phone buzzed when Eve appeared on FaceTime. I tilted the camera toward the drawer.
Jewelry cases lined the trays like a display in a high-end store: necklaces, rings, bangles—all expensive, probably insured, and traceable.
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