Take My Kidney, Take My Life
I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter.
The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early.
I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore?
I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad.
I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her.
And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes.
They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?