I hung up and laughed until I cried.
I know that sounds mean.
But something about it felt… cosmic.
But something about it felt… cosmic.
You cheat on your wife with her sister after she donates an organ, and then the universe hands you a fraud investigation?
It didn’t stop there.
Apparently, Kara had helped him “shift” money.
Kara texted me from some unknown number:
“I didn’t know it was illegal. He said it was a tax thing. I’m so sorry. Can we talk?”
Not my problem anymore.
I blocked it.
Not my problem anymore.
Around the same time, I had a checkup with the transplant team.
“Your labs are great,” the doctor said. “Your remaining kidney is functioning beautifully.”
“Nice to know at least one part of me has its life together,” I joked.
She smiled.
“I don’t regret the act itself.”
“Any regrets about donating?” she asked.
