Died with My DaughterChapter 1
While my daughter, Adeline, awaited a kidney transplant, my husband, Paul, sat with Beatrix’s son during a checkup. Only thirty minutes before the operation, the kidney my daughter had been waiting for was taken from her.
When I confronted him in desperation, Paul’s response was chillingly simple. “Your life was saved by Beatrix, and she only has one son. Consider this repayment for the life you owe her.”
Beatrix’s son received the kidney, and my daughter died of organ failure.
From that moment, I swore I’d repay Beatrix. But when I tried to do so, Paul looked at me with horror, pressing down on my wound. “I was wrong! Please—don’t die!”
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“Harith had a car accident. I’m waiting with Beatrix for the test results. I may not make it in time for Adeline’s surgery.” Paul’s voice carried Beatrix’s sobs as if they were his own.
I ended the call, fighting back tears. Forcing a smile, I kissed my daughter’s forehead. “Daddy ran into a little trouble on his way. But Adeline, you’re brave, right? I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Adeline nodded, her eyes uncertain. “Mommy, please stay close. I’m scared.”