TESSA.
I felt overwhelmed as everything crashed over me at once. Shame pressed against my ribs. Anger curled in my stomach like something burning. And underneath it all, I felt empty, emotionally dead in a way I couldn’t even explain.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head hard. “I don’t want her heart. I don’t want anything. Just leave me alone.”
Adeline opened her mouth, but before she spoke, I pushed out the words.
“Your sister fought to stay alive. I didn’t. Why would you give her heart to someone who doesn’t even want to wake up tomorrow? Wouldn’t she be disappointed?”
The guilt dug into me as soon as the question left my lips. It felt like my own voice stabbed me.
Adeline’s face twisted like I had slapped her. But she didn’t look angry. She looked broken.
Her voice came out small,
