In despair, her father was driven to jump from a building and now hovered on the edge of death, in desperate need of an operation she couldn’t afford.
Meanwhile, her mother lay in a hospital bed, trapped in a coma, unable to eat, move, or survive without full-time care.
Daisie knelt before Willard, her last shred of pride crushed.
He looked down at her coldly. In front of all his friends, he slapped a document across her face.
“Kendra’s kidney is failing,” he said. “Sign this, and I’ll pay for your dad’s surgery. I’ll even hire someone to look after your mom.”
It was an organ donation consent form—one of her kidneys would go to Kendra.
…
Daisie stared at the paper. The edge of it nearly sliced her trembling fingertip.
Willard towered over her, looking like a judge awaiting a confession. His friends gathered around, smirking, amused by the show.
When she didn’t respond, his brows knitted impatiently.
“Well? Are you signing or not?”
She stayed on her knees. They’d gone numb long ago.
In her mind, she saw her father lying in the ICU, the doctor’s words about the cost of surgery echoing over and over.