Knowing the nurse couldn't do more, Naomi scanned the crowded hallway.
A man stepped forward from the group. "I'm type B, actually."
Naomi's face lit up. Before she could get a word out, he added, "You said 'anything.' You mean that?"
Something in his gaze made her skin crawl, oily and calculating.
I thought he was being kind. Should've known better.
She ignored him and turned to the rest of the crowd, hoping someone else would step up.
Every set of eyes she met slid away instead.
Something bitter twisted in Naomi's chest.
The world's cruel enough that people won't even donate blood, standard type or not, without an angle.
Do I call Ethan? Ask him to come?
The divorce was so close to finalizing. She didn't want to hand him another opening this late in the game.
But Lily's condit
