Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He could barely keep himself afloat.

At home, his mother and father pressured him constantly. He'd thought about it too-of course he had-but compared to Timothy and Herbert, he always felt like he came up short.

All because, before he knew her true identity, he'd never bothered to build any sort of relationship with her.

Outside the doors of the intensive care unit, Sallie sat alone, her figure small and solitary, eyes swollen and red from crying.

Kane approached to comfort her. "I heard some specialists are coming today for a consult. Don't worry too much. Did they say if there's a chance he can get better?"

"Not yet," Sallie replied. "They went in to check on Timothy, and now they're in a meeting. I'm still waiting to hear."

Thurston Lawson had flown back from overseas just last night. Early that morning, he headed straight to the hospital to get tested as a potential donor.

Rebekah stopped him in the corridor. "Your uncle works in the transplant lab," she said. "I've already spoken to him. He'll make sure you don't end up as a match. When you go in for the blood test, let your uncle handle it. He'll take care of everything."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Henry's my nephew. If I'm a match and I can save him, of course I have to try."

too, had maintained a

reality, it does leave you weaker, and there are some side effects. I'm just looking out

Timothy will

mother, his temper flaring. "If you say that again, I'll tell Grandpa. Family comes first-how can you even

senior in college, untouched

softening, "There are plenty of people in the family getting tested. We're all relatives, so matching shouldn't be a problem. There's no need for you to risk yourself.

"I'll pretend I never heard any of

you say it again,

that, he stormed

could only

if Timothy didn't make it, and Henry was left with a chronic illness, then Thurston would be the only real

testing, completing all the necessary checks before heading down the hall

when the team

spotted Herbert among them, his eyes