I arrived at St. Jude's Cemetery an hour after Elena's text came through.
She was leaning against her mother's marble headstone, still as stone. She wasn't breathing anymore.
I pulled the notarized organ donation consent form from my coat pocket. I called the hospital transport. 20 minutes later, the ambulance arrived and took her away.
As the ambulance drove off, Victor's black sedan pulled up at the cemetery gate. He ran up the gravel path.
I was already gone. The grass was empty.
*****
3 days later, I walked into Victor's study. The casino security chief was just leaving, a stack of bank records under his arm.
Victor sat behind his desk, staring at an ultrasound printout.
I dropped a yellowed medical record onto the pile of papers in front of him.
"She knew she had this genetic
