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One Final Twist
A few months after that, I ran into Ethan at a pharmacy.
He looked exhausted.
Older.
Smaller.
He stared at me.
“I made a mistake.”
I smiled politely.
“Yes, you did.”
He glanced at the photo of Lily on my phone.
“You gave the kidney to someone else?”
“Yes.”
He swallowed hard.
“My mother died waiting.”
I looked at him for a long moment.
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
And I meant it.
But I felt no regret.
Because a gift taken by force is theft.
A gift given by choice is love.
And that day, I finally understood my kidney’s true worth.
It was never about money.
It was worth exactly one thing.
My freedom.
