EVELYN
My heels clicked softly against the marble floor of Grandpa Bart’s mansion. I couldn’t wait to see him and gloat about the recent developments.
Elizabeth was dying. Everyone whispered it now, though none dared to say it to her face or Father’s. Her skin was decaying, her body wasting away with every passing hour as the cancer chewed her from the inside out.
Father was still running around searching for a solution, while I held it in the palm of my hand.
Although I’d overheard and confirmed that my HLA matched Elizabeth’s, I had still done a test to confirm. And the tests did just that. My HLA matched hers perfectly. I could save her if I wanted. Sucks that I didn’t.
I had no intention of giving her a piece of me. Let her rot and meet her daughter in hell.
I cackled wickedly
