“What do you mean?” Richard froze in place, his voice trembling, his wide eyes glued to Eloise’s retreating figure.
Eloise turned around slowly, her face pale but steady. Her lips parted, as if the words she was about to say weighed heavily on her tongue. “I asked you a question,” Richard repeated, a step closer now. His voice cracked as desperation clawed its way up his throat. “Did you… did you find a donor?”
Eloise nodded gently, her eyes not leaving his. “Yes.”
Richard blinked at her, stunned. “You… you found a donor?”
“Yes, Richard,” she said again, this time louder and firmer. “I found one.”
His hands trembled. “And… and it's a match?”
Eloise gave him a small, sad smile. “Yes. You’ll be fine. You’re going to live.”
It took Richard a moment to process the words. When they final
