Heather Sherwood woke up on the evening of the seventh.
When she learned she hadn't had the surgery, she wasn't disappointed. Instead, she smiled and comforted Jasper Sherwood. "Brother, surgery must hurt a lot. I hate surgery."
But how could Jasper Sherwood not see the disappointment in her eyes? She had been the one most looking forward to it.
Jasper Sherwood didn't know how to tell her.
Should he say that her favorite big sister, Nina, had sold the matching bone marrow that was meant for her to someone else?
It had already been successfully transplanted into another patient three days ago.
Finding another suitable match now was next to impossible.
They had searched for years just to find this one sliver of hope.
Heather Sherwood saw Jasper Sherwood's silence.
She propped up her frail body and snuggled into Jasper Sherwood's arms, her voice childish. "Brother, hold me."
Jasper Sherwood gathered her into his embrace, his voice a little hoarse. "Okay."
