After the gathering ended, Evan returned alone to the empty house.
He opened the refrigerator looking for something to eat, only to find a few bottles of water sitting inside.
Out of habit, he reached for his anti-rejection medication.
After searching for a while, he finally found it buried deep inside a drawer.
Maya used to separate the pills by dosage and leave them somewhere he could grab easily, reminding him morning and night without fail.
But over the past two weeks, he'd only taken them twice.
No wonder he'd suffered acute rejection.
Evan swallowed the pills and sat on the couch, staring at the moonlight outside the window.
For the first time, the house felt unbearably cold.
He drifted into a shallow sleep on the sofa before sharp ringing yanked him awake.
His assistant so
