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took it at 8:10.”

“That’s not 8:00 AM.”

“Sarah, please!”

Victor broke down, tears running down his face.

“You were dying, and you walked into an operating room to give me one of your organs.”

“Yes.”

“You could have died on that operating table.”

“So could you.”

Victor lowered his voice, chest heaving.

“The transplant board approved you. How did you hide a terminal continue reading …