CRYSTAL.
“Noah, please. Try and understand,” I pleaded, pressing the phone tighter against my ear. “I didn’t have a choice."
I was doing my best to stay calm.
The turn of events wasn't sitting well with him one bit.
"I told you, Crystal. I told you not to go to that beast. But you insisted. Now take a look at what's happening!" He yelled. Noah hardly ever yelled.
Hearing him like this made my chest tighten.
"What would you have me do? Let my son die?" I asked, frustrated.
There was silence for a heartbeat, then he spoke again, sounding desperate, “My uncle called me back. His doctor found a perfect match. The donor’s already on standby. It’ll be here by morning. Just come back, Crystal.”
I shut my eyes and exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to my forehead. My mind was a mess. I w
