Chapter 1

I stared at the words floating in front of my face. The heat at the back of my neck climbed to my scalp.

A person has two kidneys. You can donate one and live. A person has one heart–trade your heart and you die.

She wanted my daughter dead.

I did not know yet whether the floating text was real or a hallucination. It did not matter. I was not letting my daughter take a scratch.

I slammed my palm down on the table and stood up.

"My daughter is not donating anything."

My wife had not been ready for the volume. She softened her voice. "Honey, calm down. I checked. People have two kidneys. She'll be fine. Worst case, when they grow up, Ace can take care of Lily."

My brother-in-law cracked. He was a six-foot man, and he was crying.

"Levi, Ace is my only child. I'm begging you. Save him."

My brother-in-law had divorced before my wife and I had married. He had moved into my mother-in-law's house with Ace. Ace had been sick on and off as long as I had known him.

I'm a father. The instinct kicked in. I pulled a stack of bills out of my bag.

"I'll do anything that's reasonable. Vera and I will pay for everything you need. The kidney is not on the table."

Before I could finish, my wife had hold of our daughter's wrist. She crouched in front of her and spoke softly.

"Sweetheart, you love your cousin Ace. He's sick. Will you help him get better?"

I had Lily off her hand and in my arms before she could nod.

My wife's face tightened. She called me selfish. My brother-in-law looked at me with resentment.

Lily shifted uneasily in my arms. The chat updated.

[Levi doesn't even realize his daughter is scared.]

[I'd be scared too if I got hit this many times. But that's how these trashy web dramas go–they bully a weak little girl just to get viewers to pay.]

The words made my heart jolt.

Hit? By who? Where?

I pulled off Lily's heavy coat and rolled up her sleeve.

There it was–bruises, dark and light, old and new.

Vera tried to stop me, but I was too fast.

"Who did this?"

My voice was cold. My eyes swept across the room.

For the past few years, I had been on the road at least three hundred days a year, working myself to the bone just to give my daughter a better future.

Vera had promised she would take good care of her.

This was her idea of care?

The chat updated again.

[Vera is disgusting. She made those bruises herself–pinching her–and she's been telling Lily for years that she's a burden, that she only gets to eat if she keeps Ace happy.]

[Poor Lily is only five. She's skin and bones–and still not getting enough to eat.]

I immediately carried Lily into the bedroom and locked the door.

I looked at her and asked softly, "Did Mommy do this?"