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.

tell me?” His voice

him cry made me feel strangely hollow. I just smiled. Words

now.

my bed, sobbing like I’d never seen before. “I’ll find the best specialists, call in every favor, spend whatever it

in my throat. I managed

me home – not to my apartment, but to the old house. Instead of leaving, he stayed,

still newlyweds. One afternoon, watching him pull weeds from the garden, I found

like you playing

matters is finding you a

14:50

finding whoever tried to

didn’t realize then how

came through. Millions in treatments bought me time, but my rare blood type made finding a donor nearly

odds better than anyone. When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood type had

a match.