Kayla
"How much—" I asked my voice started hitching. I had to swallow hard just to get the words out. "How much would something like that even cost, Dad?"
My father looked at the floor his was voice barely audible over the hum of the hospital vending machines. "The surgeon gave us an estimate for the private list and the procedure itself. Between the surgery, the anti-rejection meds, and the specialized recovery care... we're looking at $250,000."
My heart almost gave in. I physically staggered and I placed my hand on my chest manually restart my heartbeat. A quarter of a million.
"Twenty-five hundred... thousand?" I whispered, my vision blurring.
"And that's if we find a match quickly," Chelsea added, stepping closer. "If she has to stay on long-term dialysis while we wait, the co
