When I left the hospital, I saw the doctor who had examined me before. He was talking kindly and patiently on the phone.
He cared more about saving me than my parents did.
Joan was supposed to undergo surgery the next morning. But my mom had begged the doctor to move it to this afternoon.
It was laughable. I would never steal Joan’s kidney.
That night, before bed, I saw my mom post on social media again.
[After two years of fighting cancer, my sweet daughter’s surgery was a success!]
She posted a picture of her, my dad, and Joan behind the glass. They looked like a happy family.
Early the next morning, I went to the hospital to visit Joan. I even brought my parents breakfast.
“Finally came to your senses, Jenna? Don’t try anything stupid. We’re not dumb,” my dad said while eating a bun.
My mom remained silent but kept glancing at me, like she was suspicious.
“Yeah. I won’t cause trouble anymore. Joan’s health comes first,” I said.
She finally relaxed after hearing that.
She
