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for years.”

Victor ran a shaking hand through his hair.

“Did you leave anything for me?”

The question escaped before he could stop it.

Sarah looked at him.

There was no rage in her expression.

Only deep pity.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Victor waited.

“I left you a kidney.”

His eyes closed as a strangled sound escaped his throat.

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