The next morning, Sharon and Willow walked into my room like nothing had happened. Right on schedule. They kissed me on each cheek with the same loving warmth as always.
“Morning, honey.”
“Good morning, Daddy!”
Their acting was flawless—honestly, I was impressed. But I was too exhausted to call them out on it.
Sharon gently squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush and said sweetly, “Go brush your teeth. Willow and I are going downstairs to grab breakfast for you.”
Not long after they left, the door creaked open again.
Elroy strolled in and stopped at the edge of my bed.
“Oh, Dean… even after all these years, you’re still a loser,” he sneered.
“You know, when I got diagnose, there were actually a few other compatible donors available,” he paused, “But Willow said she was afraid I’d reject the others, so she’d help me find the most compatible one.”
“And sure enough, your kidney worked great in my body!”
He chuckled. “So… how does it feel to be betrayed by your own daughter?”
Then he lifted his shirt to show off his smooth, unblemished stomach. “You know why I don’t have any scars, while you’ve got that giant, nasty one?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I said nothing.