No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

We were rescued.

The driver who picked me up to visit Jefferson at the detention facility was among those who saved us. I knew he was one of Ernest's guys.

The car was a wreck; it took breaking it apart to pull Conrad and the driver out. And they even found our phones.

"Hey, this one's still on a call," he handed me the phone.

But it wasn't mine; it was Conrad's. I had used it to call Ernest earlier. Could it be he never hung up?

Taking the phone in a daze, I looked down just as the call ended-67 minutes and 12 seconds.

Ernest had been on the line the whole time. Did he hear everything Conrad and I said?

Not that Conrad and I said much of anything worth eavesdropping on.

Before I could ponder any further, I was whisked away in an ambulance to the hospital for a barrage of tests.

I got off with minor scrapes, but Conrad and the driver were in bad shape-Conrad with hemorrhagic shock, the driver concussed and unconscious.

Out of the three of us, I was the least injured.

was because Conrad had shielded me with his body

of kin for Conrad Wagner here?" a

we were, far from home, with no one from the Wagner family around. I had to

doesn't have

both at the

his family? What's your blood type? Does anyone else in your family

swallowed hard, unable to

"Licia, promise us you'll be careful. Don't get hurt, don't bleed, and never tell anyone your blood

than the so-called 'panda blood with fewer than 50 known case's worldwide. It

transfusion, finding a match would be

taken my parents' advice to heart, despite knowing Conrad had once

could there be a mistake? He told me his blood type was

expression darkened. "We've conducted blood tests. How could there

could there

Conrad had lied, perhaps under similar instructions from

realization. Against all odds, in a world so vast, Conrad and I shared this incredibly rare blood

critical condition due to

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