You’ll Miss Me When I’m Gone

The doctor didn’t soften the words. The treatments had failed. The transfusions were only buying time. Without a bone marrow transplant—soon—I wouldn’t survive.

There was only one match.

My cousin, Liora.

The same cousin smiling beside my boyfriend Ethan in his Instagram posts, his fingers laced with hers like they’d always belonged there.

When I demanded the truth, Ethan swore he did it for me.

“She wouldn’t agree to the transplant unless I became her boyfriend. I had no choice.”