I saw her.
She was sitting at our table. Still in her waitress uniform. Hands folded neatly in her lap.
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Daniel stood behind her.
And the look in his eyes — I had never seen it before.
Disappointment. Hurt. Confusion.
“What is going on?” I whispered.
Daniel spoke first.
“She didn’t come here to ruin your life.”
My throat tightened.
“She came to save it.”
He stepped aside slightly.
“She’s a stem cell match for Lily.”
My knees buckled.
Lily.
Our sweet, fragile Lily, who had been on the transplant list for months. The child whose illness had consumed our lives. The late-night hospital visits. The endless waiting for a miracle that never seemed to come.
My daughter — the baby I had left behind — had seen our public donation plea online. She had recognized the name.
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