Alone in Death
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The doctor said I only had three days left to live.
Acute liver failure.
My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive.
But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother.
Her condition was still in its early stages.
He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.”
I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor.
The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die.
When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my pare