The surgery started back up. This time, the procedure was handled by the team Sheldon flew in from Philadelphia, with Professor Smith himself stepping in as lead surgeon.
I stood outside the operating room. My whole body was completely drained of strength.
Then Stefan finally showed up. His clothes were rumpled and askew, sweat beaded thick on his forehead and dripped down his face.
"Olivia, let me explain—"
I stared back at him, completely calm. "Explain what? Explain how you gave our son's allocated donor heart to a child who isn't even sick?"
He grabbed my shoulders hard, his voice frantic, "That's not how it happened! Jillian said Andrew's condition took a turn for the worse. I panicked and—"
"You panicked?" I laughed, a sharp, hollow sound. "Stefan, do you have any idea how wid
