Spare Part Wife: Liver For His Mistress
se from the entry table-the one she had dropped the night bef
r. Her hand gripped the cold
tur
ee
ready to sprint to the stairwell. She wouldn't take the el
rning, M
idded t
ssed in black suits that strained against their biceps. The
car through his eyebrow, stepped forward. He
am," he said. His voice was flat. "He asked us
llway stretched out behind
to inject authority into her voice. "
he man said. He crossed his
ell door. It was ten feet
the path to the stairs. He didn't s
as five foot six. They were giants.
mmed the door shut. She leaned her forehead against th
ours, feeling like a trapped an
d saw something wedged between the
The screen lit up
her birthda
heir anniversa
She typed in 0614. June 14th. The day Hazel wa
lo
ave of nausea. He used the date of her
trembled. She didn't want to loo
ed for Haz
. Of course it was. Ha
d been posted
pped th
line taped to the back of the wrist. The other was large, masculine, gripping the smaller hand
for Darius for his thirtieth birthday. She had e
the photo was written in
all. My hero. Blessed Su
f it were contaminated. She ran to the
hand. While Jada was locke
e the floor-to-ceiling windo
nt door
he corner of the living room, the light
sted. His tie was gone, his colla
ugh. "I want the liability waivers bulletproof. If anything goes w
ld her
t. "Pay the hospital board whatever they want t
ed, lis
l comply. She has no choi
ink of the crystal decanter against
t grows back. She's being dramatic. She
deeper than the knife she had he
up. "Is tha
amber liquid onto his hand. He spu
e said, composing
ering through the window. "A regener
"I saw the post," Jada said, her voice dead. "She enj
k, Jada. She's scared. Social media is her way
. She walked past him toward t
mean?" Darius
walked into the guest