“Even though she doesn’t have any family, the chances of finding a donor aren’t bad. She’ll be okay.” Catherine’s voice was calm, but even she didn’t quite believe it.
Lorinda crouched against the wall, her arms wrapped tight around her knees. She looked up at Catherine, eyes tired. “The problem is the money. They said at least six hundred thousand. How are we supposed to leave Cabinda now?”
The words hit Catherine like a punch. That uneasy feeling in her chest, the one that had been growing these last couple of days, suddenly felt suffocating.
Without money, how could she leave? How could she even quit her job?
Catherine’s lips parted, searching for something to say. She looked down at Lorinda, her brows drawn so tight it made her look heartbreakingly fragile.
Neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and uncomfortable. Catherine felt herself sinking further with every passing second.
After what felt like forever, Lorinda stood. She walked over to Catherine, her voice low. “Catherine, we can’t just leave her. We can’t just…”
She couldn’t say the rest. The words were too cruel.
Catherine understood. She finished the sentence for her, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re not leaving.”
Those three words carried so much defeat it hurt.
Something twisted in Catherine’s chest, a mess of regret and helplessness that left her breathless.
Her voice was so soft, Lorinda wondered if she’d imagined it.
“Catherine, Lorinda!”
Amanda rushed over, her steps hurried. She stared at them, searching their faces. “I heard what the doctor said. Are you two seriously thinking about running away and leaving Patty behind?”

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