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.

shielded me with his body

any family or next of kin for Conrad Wagner here?"

from home, with no one from the Wagner family around.

negative blood type. Our hospital doesn't have any in stock, which puts the patient in critical condition. If we

in shock, both at the doctor's grim prognosis and

blood type? Does anyone else in

hard, unable to

in my ears, "Licia, promise us you'll be careful. Don't get hurt, don't bleed, and

was RhD negative-rarer than the so-called 'panda

transfusion, finding a match would be

parents' advice to heart, despite knowing

a mistake? He told me his blood type was AB," I interjected, hoping for some

doctor's expression darkened. "We've conducted blood tests. How could there be a

how could there

had lied, perhaps under similar

in a world so vast, Conrad and

condition

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