"Don't worry, Brooklyn. My brother's dying wish was for me to protect you and Tommy," he said. "Carter can wait. If Ava asks, I'll say the hospital made a mistake."
Coldness spread through me until I felt numb.
My nails pierced my palms. The pain was all that kept me from slapping them both.
Did he have any idea how hard it was to find a match?
If I hadn't overheard this, would I have waited by my son's bed like a fool while Justin handed his life to a nephew who was barely sick?
Rage shook through me. But I had no leverage. Justin was Director. The hospital answered to him.
I needed a higher power.
A memory surfaced. In my previous life, I'd saved a young man—a rising business titan. He'd promised me a favor. Said he could solve anything.
