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.

because Conrad had shielded me

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

were, far from home, with no one from the Wagner family around. I had to step up. "I'm his family. How

doesn't have any in stock, which puts the patient in critical condition. If we

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

you his family? What's your blood type? Does anyone else in your family have this blood type?" the

swallowed hard, unable

parents' words echoed in my ears, "Licia, promise us you'll be careful. Don't get hurt, don't bleed, and never tell

was RhD negative-rarer than the so-called 'panda blood with fewer

ever needed a transfusion, finding a

despite

a mistake? He told me his blood type

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

how could

Conrad had lied, perhaps under similar instructions from his

a world so vast, Conrad and I shared this incredibly rare

in critical condition due

you know anyone