When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

Of course.

“You look terrible.”

“Thank you.”

“Would you prefer dishonesty?”

“No.”

She handed me ice chips.

I laughed and immediately regretted it because moving hurt.

PART 40 — WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HANNAH

My marrow cells were prepared for infusion into Hannah after collection.

I did not imagine my blood somehow pouring into her veins as a new personality.