"All I did was mention to Guy that my heart wasn't in great shape, and he arranged the compatibility testing immediately. Your daughter was lucky, really, being a match for me. And the transplant consent? Signed by your own hand."
Each word was a blade, stabbing into the place that hurt most.
"Oh, and there's nothing in that casket, by the way. Your daughter's probably still on the operating table, making herself useful. Hearts aren't the only organs worth good money."
My body shook. The last thread holding my mind together snapped.
What did she just say?
A dull thud.
I raised my hand to slap her across the face, but the sound of something heavy hitting the ground stopped me.
I whipped around. My mother's face was white as chalk, crumpled on the floor.
"Mom!"
Nothing else mattered. I threw myself to her side, fumbling for my phone with trembling hands, and called an ambulance.
I barely remember how I got to the hospital. I watched my unconscious mother disappear through the operating room doors, and I felt as though I were sinking into an endless darkness.
The man I loved had betrayed me and murdered my daughter.