Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He could barely keep himself afloat.

At home, his mother and father pressured him constantly. He'd thought about it too-of course he had-but compared to Timothy and Herbert, he always felt like he came up short.

All because, before he knew her true identity, he'd never bothered to build any sort of relationship with her.

Outside the doors of the intensive care unit, Sallie sat alone, her figure small and solitary, eyes swollen and red from crying.

Kane approached to comfort her. "I heard some specialists are coming today for a consult. Don't worry too much. Did they say if there's a chance he can get better?"

"Not yet," Sallie replied. "They went in to check on Timothy, and now they're in a meeting. I'm still waiting to hear."

Thurston Lawson had flown back from overseas just last night. Early that morning, he headed straight to the hospital to get tested as a potential donor.

Rebekah stopped him in the corridor. "Your uncle works in the transplant lab," she said. "I've already spoken to him. He'll make sure you don't end up as a match. When you go in for the blood test, let your uncle handle it. He'll take care of everything."

a match and I can save him, of course I

well. Their mother, too, had maintained a good relationship with Timothy over the years. Hearing her say this

your uncle. They say donating stem cells doesn't really harm the donor, but in reality, it does leave you weaker, and there are some side effects. I'm just looking out for you. Besides, your brother injured his head-if

talk nonsense. Timothy will be fine," Thurston

glared at his mother, his temper flaring. "If you say that again, I'll tell Grandpa. Family comes

of ideals, a senior in college, untouched by

all relatives, so matching shouldn't be a problem. There's no need for

a cold, reproachful look. "I'll pretend I never heard any

you say it

he stormed

only sigh

if Timothy

testing, completing all the necessary checks

the

them,