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.

you tell me?” His voice cracked.

cry made me feel strangely hollow.

now.

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

thousand responses died in my throat. I managed a quiet,

– not to my apartment, but to the old

One afternoon, watching him pull weeds from the

won’t like you playing

matters is finding you

14:50

whoever tried to kill you.”

then how

the country came through. Millions in treatments bought me time, but my rare blood type made finding

than anyone. When I’d given Alexander my heart, our matching blood

found a match. Before I could ask questions,