Stand-In Bride Becomes a Medical Legend

I made ninety-nine calls.

My brother, Caleb Reed, lay in the emergency room.

He had a rare blood type, and only my husband, Nathaniel Thorne's, private medical facility's blood bank had a matching supply.

Every call went unanswered.

Finally, his phone went straight to voicemail.

At 3 AM, Caleb stopped breathing.

I knelt in the hallway, my hands still stained with his blood, when my phone screen lit up—Nate Thorne's assistant had sent me a photo.

In the picture, Nate was embracing his assistant, kissing her hair, with a fervor in his eyes I'd never seen in our three years of marriage.