The Choice of Death
Lucky Babyi was forced to donate two hearts, and my husband went mad with regreti gave them my kidneys they gave me hatredhusband's regret haven and nathanmarrying my fiancé right before my regretful ex-husband
The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Nathan.
There was no answer.
Willow, still panting and clutching the door frame for support, stammered helplessly, "H-how did Ms. Bartlett die? What should I do?"
Jake exhaled deeply before asking Willow to keep trying to contact Nathan.
He methodically contacted the funeral home and the doctor. He had to find out how I died and how long I had been dead so he could give Nathan an explanation.