The Woman Who Killed Me, Twice

ther, Martha

." All I heard was the ticking of a clock. The transplant she needed cost over $500,000, a numb

ease clinging to my skin, when my phone buzzed. I

rld that didn't want us. I loved her then, and I love her now. I thought sh

e was smooth, professional, but with a

r crisp blue scrubs. She didn't waste time. She held out a cashier

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e steady. "Marry me right now, and th

ck and her hands, babbling about how I knew

ey said. A week later, drunk and broken, I stumbled into a private hospital wing looking

The liver was a perfect match for you. Marrying a deadbea

ing was louder than the car cra

spot, under the same buzzing fluorescent

back at her face. The face

the check back

, Nicole," I said, my voice quie