Reported on the Rescue Train
“You all saw that, right? What could she be hiding that is so important?”
The flashlights from the onlookers’ phones flickered nonstop.
Four armed police officers stepped forward. Two held my shoulders, and two pried my hands open.
“Put down the item. Hands behind your head.”
“You cannot take it. Please. It is a heart. A human heart.”
My fingers were pried open one by one.
The warm donor heart was placed in an evidence bag and sent to the laboratory.
I collapsed onto the cold floor with no strength left.
Ariana walked over, smiling at me. She turned off the live stream, bent down, and whispered in my ear. “Vivienne, who told you to disobey?”