Chapter 8

Vanessa read all night. I sat beside her — as much as a ghost can sit — and read over her shoulder, wincing at myself. March 12. Second donation done. My hip feels like someone drove a nail into it. Marilyn hugged me in the hallway today. Actual arms, actual squeeze. Eleven seconds. I counted, because I'm insane, and because it was the first time in four years. I already know what this makes me and I already don't care. Eleven seconds is eleven seconds. June 3. Overheard Adam on the phone:...