I stared at the report, my hands shaking as I held the paper. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath came in short, uneven gasps.
Kidney failure.
Theo had kidney failure.
I read the words over and over again, but they didn’t change. They were real. This wasn’t some mistake or misunderstanding. The report was clear—his kidneys were failing, and if he didn’t get a donor fast, he wouldn’t have much time.
Suddenly, everything started to make sense. The blood he has been coughing .
I should have been happy.
This was karma, right? The universe paying him back for killing my father.
I had told myself over and over again that one day, he’d suffer for what he did. That one day, he’d feel pain just like the pain he had caused me.
And now, here it was. The proof that he was slowly dying
