When Galen heard Franco mention how important Laura’s bone marrow was, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Is it for you?”
But the second the words were out, he regretted them. What was he even thinking? Franco was built like a linebacker. The last thing you’d expect was for him to need a bone marrow transplant. Sick? That just didn’t fit with Franco at all.
Franco didn’t respond. He just stared down at the ashes in the tray, his eyes cold and distant, refusing to answer.
Galen had always been frustrated by this side of Franco. Sure, if it was good news, Franco might say something. But anything bad, he’d clam up completely, take care of it on his own, never let anyone see him struggle. Most of the time, everyone else would have no idea there was even a problem until Franco had already fixed it.
Sometimes, Galen wondered how much longer Franco could keep everything bottled up like this before it made him sick for real.
Franco’s grudge against the Lane family and now the whole bone marrow thing with Laura—these were things Galen had never imagined. How many secrets was Franco hiding?
He felt like he was about to tear his hair out. “Does it really have to be Laura? There are so many people in our country, all those profiles in the bone marrow registry, and there’s not a single other match?”
Jay, who’d been standing quietly in the background, watched Franco’s face get even more serious. He frowned, his worry obvious.
Galen already knew the answer: there wasn’t another option.
He dropped onto the sofa and lit a cigarette. After a few deep breaths, he started to calm down a little.
Life was full of crazy coincidences. Some people never found a bone marrow match, no matter how hard they searched, right up until the end.
Actually finding a one-in-a-million match was practically a miracle.
But fate being what it was, the match just had to be Laura.

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