Patrick Halloran called me on a Tuesday in May. I did not recognize the number, and I almost did not answer, and something made me answer anyway.
"Erin Calloway?"
"Yes."
"My name is Patrick Halloran. I'm Grant's brother. Sophie's father."
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"How is she?" I asked.
"The same." His voice was hoarse and flat. "She's on the list. No donor yet. She's doing okay this month. She has good months and bad months." A pause. "I got your letter. I read it before I gave it to her."
"Have you given it to her?"
"Not yet. I called to tell you something first." He took a breath. "I didn't know."
"Didn't know what?"
"Any of it. My father and Grant, they told me they were looking, they told me they were testing family members. They never told me they'd picked a woman
