Twenty-Eight Days Too Late
Then, on day thirty, Ruby took a sudden turn for the worse.
I searched every bone marrow registry in the country. Nothing. No match.
Ruby was in agony, but she never cried or complained. She just lay there, pale and weak, holding my hand with whatever strength she had left.
"Mommy," she muttered, "is Daddy mad at me? Is that why he won't come home?
"I'll be so good from now on. I promise I won't make him upset again.
"It hurts so much, Mommy… I really miss Daddy."