Snow Falls on an Open Scar
Language: en
I thought Frederic shielding me from a knife with his own body was the deepest love of my life. Then I discovered it was all a staged act, a calculated ploy to make me willingly lie on the operating table and donate my bone marrow to his childhood sweetheart with leukemia, Lydia. He bought the hospital, deceived my mother, watched me take "nutritional supplements" every day, all to turn me into a convenient source of blood. When they injected me with sedatives and forcibly extracted my marrow, my mother died alone in a car accident. I never got to see her one last time. I dragged my…