He Stands at the End of Memory
In his eyes, my body, my child, and my life could never measure up to Serena's slightest comfort.
I did not argue and I did not resist. I went along and gave the marrow sample.
After a few days' wait, the results came back.
I was not a match.
Everyone quietly breathed easier, all but Sebastian, whose eyes filled with heavy disappointment and defeat.
Just as everyone neared despair, word came from the hospital that the one perfect marrow match had been found.
That afternoon, passing the study, I heard low voices through the half-open door, Sebastian and the doctor.
Every word was clear, and every one cut deep.