She Discovered Too Late
Warm WorthFamily EmotionsBiological FamilyFake DeathTrue and Fake HeiressMiddle-AgedIndependenceAfter DeathFamilial BondTragic Love
Seven years after I disappeared, my sister found my name on the organ donor registry.
She stood in the transplant center, staring at the paperwork in the nurse's hands. Her brows knit as she looked at the photo attached to the file, along with the name I used to go by.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"He's in hospice on the twelfth floor," the nurse answered quietly. "Today is the last day he'll still be conscious. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning."
Her expression turned cold as she headed upstairs.
The moment she pushed open the door, she saw me sitting on the bed, writing my final letter.
"Landon."
I looked up at her and smiled faintly. "You must have the wrong person, Ms. Bennett. My name is Jay Mercer. Not Landon Bennett."
She stepped toward the bed, her tone rigid. "Come home. Apologize to Mason, and I'll hire the best specialists in the country for you—"
"That won't be necessary." I didn't even look up again as I signed the last line of the organ donation papers. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not apologizing to anyone."
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