Our Simple Peace
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In the end, he brushed Mom's hands away.
He then threw her phone down on the floor. "I'll come find you once Abigail is stable!"
With that, he left without looking back once.
Warm liquid dripped onto my face. My throat felt like it was being sliced by knives, making my voice terribly hoarse.
"Mom... don't cry..."
Mom only cried harder. She turned to the clinic owner.
"My daughter is Type B. Please help me find a way. I'll give you my phone in exchange."
The owner took one look at the old, beaten-up phone and waved his hands frantically.