Born to Be Her Blood Bank

Three seconds before my heart stopped, a nurse slipped a note into my hand.

It was in my mother Evelyn’s handwriting.

“Your blood type is a perfect match for mine. Keeping me alive with your blood since you were little is the only reason you exist. After this last draw, you’ll be free.”

The day they drained me dry, the waiting area outside the operating room was packed.

Even my twin sister, Lily Bennett, had come. She’d spent her whole life fighting me for everything.

The only person missing was my mother—the woman who needed my bone marrow to stay alive.