The Donor Next Door

When I was ten, my parents died in a plane crash on their way home for my birthday.

My older sister, Audrey, hated me to the bone for it.

She cut off my living expenses and threw me out of the house.

She used to scream at me, "Why couldn't it be you who died!"

Just as she wished, I was finally dead.

In the operating room next door, Audrey was busy performing a kidney transplant on the boy she had taken in.

"The hospital found a perfect match. I promise I won't let anything happen to you!"