Her parents had been tested.
Her sister had been tested.
Nobody was compatible.
Even the donor registry had failed to find a suitable match.
Then came the result none of us expected.
I was a match.
Me.
A man who shared no biological blood with Tomás.
A man who had entered his life when he was only four years old.
A man who had spent the last five years raising him, protecting him, taking him to school, teaching him to ride a bicycle, and staying beside him through every fever and every nightmare.
I should have been celebrating.
Instead, I felt something inside me breaking.
Laura stepped closer.
“Have you lost your mind?”
