za

urses and doctors rushed past, their voices urgent. I heard snippets of conversation.

ne. "A million dollars," he said into the receiver, his voice cold and clear. "To any hospital, any bloo

visiting the compound. He'd pricked my finger. "You've got special blood, little one," he'd told me, h

he

elp him, the man my mother loved, then maybe sh

lt fuzzy, but I shuffled out into the hallway. "I can help," I said, my voice barely a whis

ve coat, spun around. "Shut up! You're making things wor

e. "Stop it, Eliza," she said, her voice flat and tir

the dog's teeth. I had caused this. The accident,

courier had arrived, a cooler in his hands. The

er them. Eleanora collapsed against the wall, sobbing with gratitude. Kyl

was fo

mo

et mine. He didn't smile. He didn't offer a kind word. He simply gestured to the nurse

weak, but alive. They fussed over him, a whirlwind of activity and co

eft me

m go. It wasn't a surprise. It didn't even hurt anymore. It was just a fact, li

n her face. "It's true," she said, almost to herself. "You're Rh-negative. O-negat

all. "I need to call the Mccall

de's Hospital... about the girl, Eliza... her blood test came back. Sh

aint, sharp voice crackling through

ted. "I understand... No, I suppose it doesn't matter now...

Dionne had dismissed it. It was a disruption.

gone, my mother could be happy. She wouldn't have to see my f

d, dirty clothes. She led me out of the hospital and into a plain sedan. As we pulled away from the

s sleek, black Bentley, speeding tow

white. He was listening to a voice from a DNA lab, a voice

from your son against the sample from the girl, and also against the archival sample from Burt Mckenzie. Mr.

a beat o

liza. Her DNA is a 99.999 percent match.