Chapter 4
“Grace, I remember taking precautions that night.”
Josh hesitated before speaking.
I froze for a moment, then understood.
He wasn’t going to acknowledge the baby.
I smiled, cleared my throat, and said, “Don’t worry. The child isn’t yours.”
He hadn’t expected me to admit it so easily. His expression darkened with anger.
“Then whose is it?” he demanded.
“And what does that have to do with you, brother–in–law?”
His expression turned stormy. “Grace, do you have no self–respect? You resent your family for favoring Carrie, but have you ever
looked at yourself? How do you even compare to her?”
“Oh. Then go ahead and love her all you want.”
His fury erupted. He grabbed my wrist, his grip tight and unrelenting. “Tell me who the man is!”
Even Nick chimed in. “Grace, just say his name. We’ll teach that bastard a lesson for you!”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “I’m not pregnant. I have a terminal illness.”
Nick’s hand lashed out before I could react. His slap was sharp and stinging.
“You’ll even lie about something like this just to get out of donating your liver to Carrie?!” he shouted. “She ended up like this
because of you! How can you be so vicious?!”
I was beyond words.
Carrie had spiraled into depression, drinking and smoking in secret. A year ago, her medical exam showed liver disease. She
needed a transplant. The whole family lined up for blood tests.
I was a match.
Nick was a match.
George was a match.
Three choices.
That day, Mom, Nick and George took me to the most famous restaurant in the city. They ordered a dozen beautifully named
