No one promised him anything.
There were rules, compatibility requirements, and medical procedures that had to be followed.
But Jake kept asking until the very end.
“Peter’s family still doesn’t know who a possible donor might be,” the doctor told me. “And they may never know, unless circumstances allow it and you want contact. Jake didn’t want any rules broken. He simply kept saying that if anything healthy remained after he was gone, he wanted it to become more time for someone else.”
I closed my eyes.
I remembered that evening on the porch.
If I can’t watch Lily grow up, maybe someone else can stay with their children a little longer because of me.
Suddenly, those words meant something completely different.
I didn’t go to the other floor.
Not that day.
I couldn’t.
I could barely walk without feeling as though the entire world was moving underneath my feet.
