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

in my chest.

“What’s your mother’s name?” I asked quietly.

“Claire.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

Lily continued gently.

“She passed away three months ago. Cancer.”

My hands trembled slightly on the desk.

“I’m… sorry to hear that.”

“She told me about you before she died,” Lily said. “About the kidney transplant. About how you saved her life.”

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