I Donated My Kidney to Save My Best Friend-Then She Stole My Fiancé. 18 Years Later, Her Daughter Came Looking for Me

I still remember the day the doctor told me my kidney was a match.

We were twenty years old, halfway through college, and my best friend Claire was dying.

Kidney failure.

That was the word the doctors used, but to me it just meant one terrifying thing: I might lose the person who had been my closest companion since freshman orientation. We had shared continue reading …