Chapter 8

I was certain Kevin had seen me.

Broadcast live to the entire world from the Olympic Games, I stood poised on the diving platform, drew in a slow, steady breath, and offered a radiant smile before executing the perfect dive.

A thunderous round of applause erupted from the stands.

In that moment, I was transported back to the edge of the cliff where I had once been pushed to my supposed end.

How could Kevin ever have imagined? I may have only graduated from vocational school, but I was born with an exceptional gift for diving.

Did he really think a few crashing waves would take me under?

Steve had been diagnosed with leukemia, and the only matching bone marrow I could find for him came with a price tag: one million dollars.

That night, in a dimly lit alleyway, a blood-soaked suit clung to a man like a second skin. The tailoring alone screamed a five-figure price tag. Even in the murky glow of the streetlight, I recognized it immediately.

For days, I had been trapped in a suffoca