“What?”
“Caleb didn’t decide to become a donor after his diagnosis.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“He started researching compatibility after Emily was placed on the transplant list.”
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My heart began pounding.
“That doesn’t mean anything. You can’t simply choose who gets your heart.”
“I know.”
Laura reached into her purse and removed another folded document.
“But Caleb also knew something unusual.”
She handed it to me.
It was a copy of a medical compatibility report.
Caleb’s name.
Emily’s name.
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Blood type.
Tissue markers.
Dates from months earlier.
I looked at Laura.
“How did they get this?”
“Emily’s doctor never arranged it.”
My stomach turned.
“Then who did?”
“Caleb did.”
I looked back at the document.
The date was six weeks before his collapse.
Before anyone had diagnosed him.
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“He already knew?”
Laura’s face changed.
“I don’t know.”
