ween Aleigha and Crysta, shielding the crying wo

wrinkle on her slee

r what? Killi

from behind Bart's back. "She

out. If you don't give the blood today, don't expect a sing

genuine sound of amusement that

er head. "You really think

ard. Bart tensed, br

ached past him, her movement blurringl

hrieked, tryin

the sleeve of Crysta's hos

Aleigha

s the size of a postage stamp. Next to it, on th

pped the b

thin red line that had already c

"This is 'life-threatening internal blee

s brain tried to reconcile the image w

art stammered, the convict

d ruthlessly. "She has more color in

ring the scratch. "It's internal

igha cut her off. She turn

om the sheer weight of the truth. "I wasn't your wife. I was a bio-container. You kept m

nted to say he cared. But the words died in his throat because,

inued. "Rare. Just like her. That was th

her eyes. The shame was a hot, pric

said. "The conta

bag. She pulled out a th

them int

snowflakes. They drifted over the bed, landing on

em," Ale

nation receipt from the Red Cross, dated two

r. Emergency direct

r trail of her life force, draine

ha said. "One day, I'll make yo

ard the door. Her back wa

d at the dates. He saw his wedding anniversar

dread formed

called out. It

back. She walked out of the room

"Bart, baby, I feel dizzy again.

pty doorway. For the first time in thre