Avery’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the recovery room were humming in a way that made my head feel like it was splitting open. I could still feel the cold sting in my vein where the nurse had just finished drawing a pint of my blood.I had been doing this every month for three years because Julian told me his sister was dying of a rare condition, and since I was the only one who matched her blood type, I never said no.I leaned back against the thin pillow trying to reach for the water on the side table; but my hand was shaking so hard I almost knocked the glass over.The door swung open with a bang and Julian walked in, but he didn't have flowers or even a look of concern on his face.He was wearing a custom suit that cost more than most people made in a year, and he looked perfectly composed while I sat there feeling like a ghost. He didn't even say hello; he just pulled a thick envelope out of his jacket and tossed it onto my lap, right on top of the fresh bandage on my arm."Sig
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