The Kidney She Never Gave

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Three years after I died, my husband came asking for my kidney again.

He showed up at my old apartment with the donation papers. The unit had new tenants.

Desperate, he tracked down the landlord.

"Ivy? She's dead. Died months ago. Something about a kidney transplant, couldn't afford the anti-rejection meds. Infection took her," the landlord told him.

My husband didn't believe it. He decided the landlord and I were running a con.

His brows snapped together. "Cut the bullshit. It's one ki