I Saved Her Life, She Took Mine
It was as if a mortal enemy had appeared before them.
Courtney, in particular, stared at me nervously. It was as though I were a demon who had come to claim her life.
Before I could get a word in, her father, Gerald Smith, spoke first. "Isabella, Courtney already told us that you have leukemia. Getting a disease like that simply means bad luck.
"You can't blame anyone else for it. Since you still have some time left, you should enjoy what remains of your life and start making funeral arrangements."
Yet, I barely reacted to his words. Wearing a desperate expression, I pleaded, "The doctor said that as long as someone is willing to donate their bone marrow, I can survive. Three years ago, I do