She wore a soft floral sweater, her expression open, curious. “Honey, who is this?” she asked. “What’s going on?” Maya’s voice caught in her throat, but she forced the words out. “I’m someone your husband used,” she said, her eyes locked on Aiden.
“We met at a clinic. He told me he was sick. He made me believe we were in a relationship. That he didn’t have much time left. And I—” she swallowed hard, “I gave him my kidney.” The woman blinked, processing. “I’m sorry… what?” Her voice trembled, uncertain.