Ninety-six

I wasn’t the only one who was tested. Zoey, dad, Nathan, Thalia, Asher, and I all got tested, but I was the only one who turned out to be a match.

“There are no dangers on her life, right? She’s going to walk out of this surgery in good health, isn’t she?” Nathan asks the doctor.

“She’s not going to walk out of the surgery all fine. She will need time to recover, but her liver will grow back to its normal size in about a year. It will function normally though after two to four weeks,” the doctor explains everything to my worried husband.

“I will be fine. Stop panicking.” I look up at him.

“It won’t hurt to be more sure,” he mumbles.

“I also have to let you know that there will be a scar that will fade by time, but it may leave a trace. You can always get it fixed through plastic surgery though,” the doctor says.

“I don’t care about the scar. I just want Henry to be okay,” I say.

“We will run some tests and if all is well, we wi