« Her name is Rosie, » he said. « Lauren’s daughter. »
I knew the name.
Lauren and Ethan had gone to high school together. I remembered her vaguely as a quiet girl with dark hair. I had seen her at graduation and maybe twice after that.
At least, that was how little Lauren mattered in the version of Ethan’s life I knew.
Lauren and Ethan had gone to high school together.
“Lauren posted that Rosie’s kidneys are failing,” Ethan continued. “They’ve been trying to find a living donor. Nobody in the family matched.”
I looked from the little girl to my son.
“And you do?”
He nodded.
“You saw a post and got tested?”
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