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Chapter Twenty Was She Not The Problem?

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Abraham’s POV

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my body sinking into the mattress as my thoughts weighed me down. Everything that had just happened kept replaying in my head, as though time itself wanted to torment me.

I thought back to the hospital visit, to the sterile white walls and the doctor’s grave expression when he gave me the most tragic news of my lifetime. I could still hear his voice, sharp and heavy, cutting into me like a blade. I remembered how I turned to her in desperation, asking for her kidney as if it were something she could just hand over without hesitation. The memory stung me now.

In the silence of the room, I began to question myself. Was I asking for something too much? Was it fair of me to demand that kind of sacrifice from her? Perhaps I had been too selfish, blinded by my fear of losing everything. Maybe instead of pressing her, I should have set out to find someone willing to donate, someone whose choice came freely. After all, I had the resources, the
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