Kevin came to see me that summer.He'd lost a lot of weight. His jaw looked sharper, his eyes hollow. Standing in the doorway of the flower shop in a wrinkled shirt, he looked ten years older."Avery."I stayed behind the counter, scissors still in hand."What do you want?""I wanted to see you.""You've seen me. You can leave now."He didn't move. "I was fired from the hospital.""I know.""My medical license was revoked.""I know.""I have nothing left."I set the scissors down and looked at him. "Did you come here looking for sympathy?"He shook his head. "No. I just wanted to say I'm sorry."A short laugh escaped me."You owe apologies to a lot of people. My mom. Me. And the baby you used as a bargaining chip."His face drained of color."Kevin, do you know that the night my mom died, I spent thirty minutes begging outside the ICU? I begged the doctors to try something else. They told me if a matching donor had arrived just thirty minutes earlier, she would've live
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