The Heart I Gave The Love I Lost

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“I’ve wrestled with whether to share this truth for years,” the surgeon posted online. “Every

time I came close, I remembered her pleading with us to keep her secret.”

“Had I known she was struggling so much… God, I should have spoken up sooner.”

The news that I’d given Alexander my heart exploded across social media, but I was oblivious in my little sanctuary.

I was picking up fresh produce at the local market when I saw the van coming. Then everything went dark.

I woke up to Rachel’s tear–stained face. She’d made peace with my terminal diagnosis, but

this senseless violence was too much.

The door flew open. Alexander stood there, chest heaving, clothes disheveled, hands bloody from presumably punching walls. His fingers trembled as he held up my medical file.

me?”

hollow. I just smiled. Words seemed

now.

to his knees beside my bed, sobbing like I’d never seen before. “I’ll find the best specialists, call in every favor,

throat. I managed a quiet,

to my apartment, but to the old house. Instead of leaving, he stayed,

afternoon, watching him

you

“I’m divorcing her. All that matters is finding you a heart.” His jaw

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finding whoever tried to kill

how dangerous those words were.

in treatments bought me time, but my

Alexander my heart, our matching blood type had seemed like destiny. Maybe it was just

a match. Before I could ask