Her Daughter's Last Gift
The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed.
Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go.
After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel.
We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed.
"Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go."
The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?"
She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?"
The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."