My Biased Parents Don't Love Me

I had always thought that my parents were merely showing favoritism, until my eighteenth birthday, when I realized I was wrong.

On my birthday, Mom personally went into the kitchen for the first time of what I could remember to make me a traditional birthday meal, her smile warm and gentle.

But her words plunged me into a freezing abyss.

“Clary, you should give your cornea to Eva.”