PART 2-Ten days. That was all the doctor believed my six-year-old twins had left, and for the first time in my life, all the money, guns, fear, and power attached to the Mercer name meant absolutely nothing.
“My blood. Stem cells. Bone marrow. Whatever you need.” “We don’t know if you’re compatible yet.” “You will.” “That’s not how this works.” Clara stepped closer. “She has the same …
PART 2-Ten days. That was all the doctor believed my six-year-old twins had left, and for the first time in my life, all the money, guns, fear, and power attached to the Mercer name meant absolutely nothing. Read More