Her lower abdomen twitched faintly. There, a tiny life was quietly forming.
This baby shouldn’t have come into this world.
And if it did, it would only suffer… just like her.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, they were void of light.
Then, she signed her name.
Willard snatched the papers, checked the signature, and said flatly, “Schedule the surgery.”
Without another word, he strode out to find Kendra.
Daisie sat frozen on the floor until someone came to drag her up.
Rough hands yanked her to her feet like a rag doll and shoved her into a car bound for the hospital.
There, doctors and nurses moved in and out, running tests, drawing blood, checking vitals, reciting pre-op instructions without emotion.
No one asked if she was willing to donate her kidney.
No one asked if she was afraid.
While lying on the bed, she waited for a moment when the nurse wasn’t watching and reached for her phone.
Her hands shook as she dialed a number.
The line rang a long time before a detached voice finally answered.
“Daisie? What is it?” It was Odessa.
“Mom…” Daisie’s voice broke. “Please… help me. Please save me…”
There was silence on the other end.