Died with My Daughter

While my daughter, Adeline, awaited a kidney transplant, my husband, Paul, sat with Beatrix’s son during a checkup. Only thirty minutes before the operation, the kidney my daughter had been waiting for was taken from her.

When I confronted him in desperation, Paul’s response was chillingly simple. “Your life was saved by Beatrix, and she only has one son. Consider this repayment for the life you owe her.”

Beatrix’s son received the kidney, and my daughter died of organ failure.