"Alberta and Marilyn saving Monica and her child—isn't that earning good karma for themselves?"
I was afraid that if I stayed a second longer, I'd burst through that door and scream the truth into his face. So I stumbled away on unsteady legs.
Back in my room, my strength gave out completely. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor.
So that was it. This whole month, Thaddeus hadn't been good to us because he wanted to make our marriage work. He'd done it to ease his own guilt.
My heart and Marilyn's kidney—we hadn't lost them in the accident. Thaddeus had taken them to save Monica Mason and her daughter.
What I'd believed was redemption was just another abyss.
A month ago, on the way to the airport with Marilyn, our car had been in a devastating crash.
The driver died on impact. Marilyn and I were both critically injured.
After I woke up, the guilt nearly destroyed me. I blamed myself for insisting on the divorce, for insisting on leaving Thaddeus.
Most of all, I blamed myself for ruining Marilyn's life—for the kidney she would never get back.
Thaddeus had knelt in front of me then, pulling my shaking body into his arms.