The next morning, when I was folding the laundry, my phone rang.
It was Daniel.
His voice sounded strange – tense, urgent.
“I met your daughter,” he said.
My blood froze my blood.
“You have to go home. Immediately.”
The car ride seemed to have no end. My hands trembled on the steering wheel. Thousands of scenarios flew through my head – confrontation, unmasking, destruction.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw her.
She was sitting at our table. Still in his waiter’s uniform. Her hands are neatly folded on her knees.
Daniel stood behind her.
And the look in his eyes – I’ve never seen anything like this before.
Disappointment. Pain. Confusion.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
Daniel spoke first.
“She didn’t come here to ruin your life.”
It squeezed in my throat.
“She came to save them.”
He stepped slightly to the side.
“She’s the right stem cell donor for Lily.”
