I stepped into the hall, phone in hand, voice calm. “Miya, come here in the morning. I have something important to do.”
Her laugh came faint, light, full of music and chatter. “I’m out, Lesley. I’ll drop by tomorrow. Don’t sound so serious.”
Morning came. She walked in, designer bag over her shoulder, hair perfect. More runway than hospital.
I gave her a small, quiet smile. “You came.”
She tilted her head, lips curling. “Of course. I wanted to see you… though let’s be honest, Lesley. I’ll never donate bone marrow for you. Why would I? You know I only want Fredrinn. I’d rather see you gone.”
“I know, cousin. You wanted me dead. Then take him. Care for him yourself.”
Her eyes flashed. She grabbed my arm hard, nails digging in. Pain shot through me, but I bit my lip and didn’t scream.
The noise woke Fredrinn.
Miya let go immediately, slapped her own cheek, then burst into tears. “Fredrinn! Lesley hit me! She was jealous! Told me to give her my bone marrow while you were asleep! When I said no, she slapped me!”
She cradled her face, sobbing. Her cries shook the room.
My eyes went wide. “That’s not true. Beck, listen to me. She’s lying.”
“Enough.”