Messages from Damon flooded my phone.
They went from frantic to pleading—from "I was wrong" to "Please don't leave me," and finally, "I'll wait for you to come back. I'll wait as long as it takes."
I didn't reply.
Then my phone rang.
It was Grace.
She was sobbing hysterically on the other end.
"Leo's been hurt! There was an accident at school, and he needs a blood transfusion! Margaret, please, you have to come!"
I rushed to the hospital.
Leo's condition was critical. He needed a transfusion immediately.
But Leo had Rh-negative blood, and the hospital's blood supply was dangerously low.
Damon was a direct relative, and his blood type was compatible—but for medical reasons, his blood couldn't be used for Leo's transfusion.
What was even stranger was that my blood type wasn't a ma
